The Last Front Poem by Amitava Chakraborty

How glittering the snow clad mountain is
When the last beam of the run out sun
Reflects like a parting lover impressing
On a helpless beloved’s mind with futile yarn!
Weird too we all the struggling battalion
Marching forward like the sun’s daily course
Invigorated with rigid determination at each step
Pouncing on enemies’ bunker by this offensive force.
The sensational breeze in falling winter
Paralyzes much our fatigue limbs gradually
Like the fresh kiss from a virgin lips
Makes an adolescent’s nerves balm so perpetually.
Sent we off the falling sun eventually for that day
With an unknown fortune to see him rise again.
Loosened belt with outgripped guns,
Fatigued bodies stretched for night halt in this dark den.
Remembering we the vague past sweet memories
Resemble with this dim ambience in cave by igniting torch
Ominously trembling flames by sudden rush of wind
Scare often us with own ghostly shadows in death search.
Look those expressionless eyes bearing memories of aged parents
Or those crazy visions counting days for love confluence.
Away, away from the faded away happy memories
Loyal soldiers we to nation fighting here for holy defense.
Mighty enemies with refilled troops waiting at hill top
How ironically challenged by this tiny force in fresh dawn!
Grinding will be perishable physique with all unfulfilled dreams
For the sake of motherland so silently that none to bemoan.
Fruitless pondering over expectation to fulfillment
As fall we not alone in words & deeds,
Happy soldiers we to sacrifice lives on the sacred altar
For all men strives in earth & who really succeeds?


03.03.2009

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