Behind the Curtains

Her eyes are watering,
Covered in her shivering hands, 2 small little hands are taking shelter
Both the hands are joined in front of God
With each passing second, the heartbeats go on increasing
Each prayer is pleading, God we need him.
And a sweet voice is whispering "Bhagwan papa ko jaldi se bhej do"

The headlines are screaming with stories of destruction,
The story of the scaring conditions,
The story of the fierce noises of gunshots and landmines
The story of the evil giant taking so many lives in its trap leaving behind no of kids waiting, no. of wives crying, so many mothers wilting and a lot many fathers dying
Every time when the door bell rings, a dreadful wave covers everyone's mind
The heart starts begging, God please save him
And a sweet little voice says "Papa aa gaye"

Months are passing away but the old wrinkled eyes are still set on the door, waiting for the brave one
Mind is populated with bad thoughts but the heart still hopes and explains the mind that he will be back
The ears are desperate to hear his voice and the hands are now eager to touch him , to feel him
And surrounded with lakhs of questions the the mother's heart asks herself
"Mere bachhe ne kuch khaya hoga?"
And again the next request would be, God please be with him
With a cute innocent voice asking "Dadi papa kab aayenge"

The weak old shoulders are carrying the little one
With lathi in one hand and a musical monkey in another
The pale yet powerful voice is explaining the child to be brave and always follow the path of truth
Yes, he is proud of his son but somewhere down the corner he has buried his emotions, his concern, his tension which says that may be his son is no more
But again his heart says
"Mujhe garv hai ki wo mera beta hai"
And a father's concern speaks out, God please give him the power
With the loving whisper requesting"Dadu mujhe papa paas le jao na"

And still we say we have so many problems
Without realizing that we are protected by the curtains
The curtains of security, of happiness, of joy
And behind these curtains we have all our warriors struggling for us for our country and leaving behind their families
Their lonely wife waiting for years to get a glimpse of her love,
The old mother waiting for her son to arrive home,
The weak father waiting for his only support
The children devoid of father's love

And above all the warrior away from all his near dears, facing the extreme situations and hoping that one day he will return home.

A big salute to all the warriors and their families too.