The lost warrior

[synopsis: terrorism as they say is "Glorified terror". It has brought so much of pain and suffering to everyone affectd by it. This also includes the families of anyone who, in the name of fighting for a "cause",  faces an identity crisis. They too are internally torn apart between people whom they love and their duty. This poem explores this basic fact, often ignored.]

The lost warrior

The silence drew no finite new turns

The darkness beheld no awaited returns.

The hatred in him nonetheless a triviality

She waited, for hopes deny reality

A war waged for a lost cause, he fought

Deliberate and untold turmoil they brought

She resented the cause of a glorified terror

Yet her belief in him beyond any error

For he once breathed within her flesh and existence

And shed tears at his first cry, none pretense

To this day till she dreamt of him being chased

Among tall pines by blood hounds fiercely raised

Is a cold barrack his befitting shelter?

To defy hunger & a weapon as his only bolster?

A patriot, a son, a terror or an unresolved ambiguity

Or decimate this decision just as a contemporary atrocity?

Every night was lit by her lamp of unbeaten light.

A door opened to welcome a warrior but not his plight!