An Ode to those Soldiers who die but are Never gone.

Mother, I know you are waiting at the doorstep.
Hoping, You can see me coming home.
I'm coming home, with Honor.
I'm being carried by four people who love my country as much as me,
Risking their lives so that our motherland can be at peace.
They have draped me in tricolor, The greatest honor a person can have.
Do not cry when you see me resting in the coffin, because I died while performing my duties, I died while protecting lives, protecting our country,
Instead I want you to be proud.
Proud of your son.
I'm always here, by your side.
I can finally rest.
What a life it was.
Those freezing nights at the Siachen Glacier,
That scorching heat in the deserts of Rajasthan,
The adventure during Kashmir floods,
The dedication during Kargil war,
The ear-wrecking rhythm of bullets at the borders
And that urge to protect our motherland from all fiends.
Do not be angry if people don't remember me.
For we are in a country where people worship actors, players and politicians, I don't want to be in the same league as them.
I have fought on the ground, in the air, Across borders, At the sea and nothing could stop me.
There is something you can boast of,
I took the bullet in my chest, facing the enemy, fighting till my last breath.
The world might not know but I died for a cause.
My life was meaningful.
I want you to make all the delicacies I love,
It's been days since I ate proper food.
I missed your cooking, I missed you feeding me from your hands.
I missed sleeping peacefully on your lap.
I missed the tender touch of your hands that used to caress me while I was sleeping.
I missed your pampering when I felt low.
I missed your nursing when I was sick.
I missed you.
Ma, I want to be born again,
And grow up being a soldier, fighting for our country.
I wish to be reborn again as a Soldier!