If only I could sleep at night
My eyelids refuse to shut tight
My mind is tortured with the dread
Would your footsteps again in our home tread?
My husband, a soldier of the nation
You left home a year ago to serve in the treacherous terrains of Siachen
I have heard that in that altitude people suffer from amnesia
Past memories they never regain
Will you also forget me and our love in the bargain?
I know Service to Nation is always before Service to Self
But I don’t want to join families who have with loss of dear ones dealt
As in Siachen, where only the best of friends and fiercest of enemies come by
My home has become a barren landscape where happiness rarely drops by
I pray for securing the nation’s tomorrow you don’t sacrifice our today.
I know it sounds selfish and immature but my heartbreak hopes for no other cure
Come back safe, come back soon, so that these sleepless nights I can again endure.
© Paromita Mukherjee Ojha 2015