Take From Me…

Published April 21, 2012 by sidmary

Take from me this hour, this moment , this pain:

And give me bliss.

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I am the soldier who on the battlefield,

Came to the ground with a swipe on the back.

There an arm lay in front of me,

And so horribly it looked like mine,

I felt my body go slack.

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Take from me this hour, this moment, this pain.

.

I reached out for it with my living hand,

Utter disbelief in my eyes.

And thus I touched an object foreign;

A stranger from a belonging;

With a heart that openly cries.

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Take from me this hour, this moment, this pain.

.

I fought a fight that was not mine;

I fought the fight hard.

I did it for sake of doing,

For others who did not care,

Till Life showed me the red card.

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Take from me this hour, this moment, this pain.

.

The battle rages as I lie down

With my eyes closed in peace and pain.

Their battle win, or their battle lose:

I lost my battle

Singing the blues.

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Take from me this hour, this moment, this pain:

And give me bliss.

 

Sidra Maryam

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4 comments on “Take From Me…

  • I love the repetition . I can see it was a vivid dream. I also like the image of the red card which is an apt nmetaphor for waking up

  • I loved the poem too much… 🙂 Here is a small piece from a different perspective… Hope you like it…

    —————————————————————————————————————-

    Those moments were of pride and glory
    The last golden page of my life’s story
    The story was short, but memories were deep
    Too dear to loose, too hard to keep
    Memories of strife; memories of peace
    Memories too close; difficult to release

    I fought with valour; I fought for long
    I fought through fear, and I kept strong
    Today the battlefield witnesses my death
    It patiently sees as I count my last breath
    I have a story of glory to share
    I’ve lost an arm but do I really care?

    I fought with glory; with no restrains
    And that’s joyous enough to hide the pains
    Rejoice my soul! As I die for my motherland
    As I sacrifice myself for a purpose so grand

    But please don’t take away this moment, this pain
    As it is the moment of glory, and I bath in the joyous rain…

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