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Seema Ahira

The invisible shackles

A soldier’s solemn promise

To serve and protect

Called into question 

In an iniquitous conflict 


Is it not courage 

To stand up and stand alone 

At odds with dishonourable might 

That seeks to punish the meek


Do I label them a deserter 

Or celebrate their valour 

For their oath was to shield

The weak and the helpless


The mighty only win 

On the strength of their ammunition 

Even when the scales of justice 

Are at odds with their exploits


Whichever path a soldier treads

Notwithstanding the outcome of conflict

Celebrated as a hero or reviled as a villain 

Knocking on heavens door with tainted hands 


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Seema Ahira


Words are a doorway to magical worlds. They open our minds and give wings to our thoughts. They have the power to alter the course of our lives and the fate of millions to bring forth unimaginable goodness and untold horrors. Although my musings are not this magnanimous, they provide me a sense of contentment most of the time but also leave me sleepless when I see humanity floundering. I am an undying believer in the goodness of all, despite actions to the contrary. I am blessed to have a roof over my head, food on the table, a loving family and encouraging mentors that have supported my various personal endeavours including writing. 


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