Faceless

So I wrote this poem for the Creative Writing event at Darpan 2011. I wrote a story too, a copy of which I will hopefully receive later.

Anyway, the topic for poetry was a) War or b) Dreams. As I am wont to do, I combined them. 😀

Without further ado,

FACELESS

A nameless man am I, faceless
In this throng of other nameless
And faceless men. I tote a gun,
Which I use to launch some metal
At that faceless body, which disturbs me.
 
I hear a beat made by some boots,
And instinct tells me to follow.
I lift a leg almost to the chest,
The heart inside which is not mine,
Only to bring it down again.
How pointless. Yet I repeat it
Over and over and over,
Because it is my duty to,
In name of a forgotten cause.
 
I had a dream. A dreamer am I.
I wanted to raise a family,
To own a farm.  A dreamer am I.
To breed cattle.  A dreamer am I.
The peaceful life.  A dreamer am I.
 
Shrapnel falls around me, while some
body falls, claimed by the reaper,
who does scare me, out of my reverie.
 
I launch some metal. More flesh is exposed.
I envy him, for soundly he dozed.
Rest is denied me by country
Which I protect as its sentry.
But this job is not mine by choice,
For I am denied my dreams and joys.
I fall to the ground. Sleep takes over.
May now I return to my lover?
 

But Thank you for taking the time out of your schedules to read my work. Please feel free to comment, criticize, suggest and appreciate. :)

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