Deity of Courage
-by Sonali Chanda
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Houses shattered by the morters,
roofs were flying like burnt ashes,
and she was searching something
amidst the heaps of bodies.
She was the mother, She, a Kashmiri woman,
an aged courageous who was grown up in the land of willows.
People were running hurriedly, their eyes would tell you their fear of losing their owns, some lost their sons, some their husbands,
some their brothers, even their little children.
Bomb threat was there, but she was dare enough not to desert her only shelter, she was preparing her only son to serve as an officer of Indian Army.
She held her head high to bring up her child when her husband’s body was brought to her in coffin box.
How she possessed her brave spirit when her only earning husband welcomed martyr’s death, she couldn’t forget till date.
And the day, when her old eyes was horribly searching something, some of her neighbours tried to console her to tie up her mind for the great loss.
She didn’t weep then, neither she loosened her heart , she went on searching, searching something amidst the ruins.
She, the symbol of motherhood, the symbol of courage didn’t weep when she found her child’s burnt body, rather she was going on cleaning up with her torn hijab.
She, the symbol of bravery, a deity of courage who rescued her only son’s corpse from the burning ashes, only she was murmuring into her son’s ears “you’re a son of martyr, don’t forget that, don’t be ashamed that they killed you, now it’s the time to rest forever and I will be always with you .”
-by Sonali Chanda
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