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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Awaiting the bullet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awaiting the bullet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It all happened like that<br>I finished my graduation<br>Not able to convince any of the employers<br>On my employability<br>And was roaming the streets<br>Of my small town</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Got introduced to a boy of my age<br>Who said opportunities were there<br>For the youth<br>Provided they prove committed to<br>What the employer wants them to do</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was sure of convincing any one of<br>My commitment to duty<br>Thought it would not be a loss<br>To give a try<br>And accompanied my new friend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Things were different in deed<br>With the new employer<br>It was not like an office or factory<br>But had the looks of a religious congregation<br>A lot inputs on faith<br>And on the sins associated with non-adherence to faith<br>It went to the extent of<br>How to make people forcefully-follow and take up our faith</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It did not matter me much<br>I needed money to take care of the aged parents<br>Which they were regular in sending<br>I needed no money to run the show here<br>As everything and every bit of my living <br>Was taken care by the people here<br>No doubt they were really kind to us<br>But, yes, they were harsh and unkind to<br>Countries countering our faith<br>And branding us as fanatic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days passed on<br>Religious scripts recited with fervor<br>And I saw in me a change<br>Am I turning a fanatic<br>I had faith but believed that<br>Real faith evolves and does not get imposed<br>Once imposed faith turns out not to be<br>No more such thinking<br>My requirement is money<br>And that comes out from what I am presently<br>Good enough<br>We were trained in all sorts<br>War practices<br>Use of guns, use of grenade and rocket launching<br>Physical exercises<br>And war-coded communication systems<br>I was a soldier at the end of the six months’ training<br>I am satisfied with my employer<br>As he was sending money regularly to my aged parents</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am satisfied with my own self<br>As some of the recruits<br>Could not stand the training<br>And had to leave in the middle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I came to know at the end of it all<br>That we will be deployed in spreading terror<br>In one of the important and commercially active cities<br>In the neighbouring country</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We a group of four were sent off<br>By our employer<br>We reached the city<br>And were moving around merrily for two days<br>As we were guided by the communication<br>We were receiving from our employer over the handsets</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day for attack arrived<br>It all started in the evening<br>We were moving with warring facilities<br>And in a costume of a common man<br>No one could make out our intensions</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were told to start the attack<br>So far I have not hit any one fatally<br>The first shot of mine<br>Felled a police constable<br>From a moving train<br>Exciting it was as within seconds of my aiming at him<br>He was no more alive<br>It went on merrily some time<br>After hitting a boy probably in his teens<br>I became saddened<br>Are we doing anything wrong<br>A question of this sort ran through me<br>Any way before answering myself<br>I heard instructions that made me<br>Go ahead with the act of doing away with lives</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Terror-some acts of ours continued<br>Killing innocent people of<br>All ages went on<br>And our sponsor encouraging us<br>Telling great many things about us<br>As we are proving warriors of a particular faith</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were running short of our <br>Warring facilities <br>And I saw one of our “warriors”<br>Falling dead to a bullet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly one after the other<br>Two other colleagues of mine<br>Also fall dead<br>With bullets piercing them<br>It pained me much<br>And I was able to feel the pain<br>Of those who would have lost<br>Their dear and near in our faith-driven war</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Given a chance, I would have killed myself<br>But that never came<br>And I was caught alive<br>Presently kept in a cell<br>For interrogation </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kept changing my versions of the plot<br>Expecting help from my sponsor<br>Which seemed not coming<br>And I know I was disowned by own people<br>Leave alone my employer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am counting days<br>And cursing myself<br>For all what all I have done in the name of faith<br>And I cannot show and demonstrate<br>The real feelings running in me<br>I keep posing brave<br>While mourning inside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would like to be shot<br>And dead immediately<br>Awaiting the bullet</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bashyam+Narayanan">Bashyam Narayanan</a><div class=q>
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It all happened like that
I finished my graduation
Not able to convince any of the employers
On my employability
And was roaming the streets
Of my small town

Got introduced to a boy of my age
Who said opportunities were there..."></div>
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