'The Imprisoned Soldier' - a poem

The prisoner of innocence
he was a pure soul,
but destiny didn’t keep
her date that fateful day.
His posterity inherited loss,
a loss irreparable,
a truth irreconcilable,
a damage irremediable.
He was an obedient son
then a sincere husband
and a caring father;
yet it had to be,
he had to go –
to serve
for a greater cause,
putting nation first.
We drew boundaries,
the shadowy demarcations;
a prisoner he stayed all life ,
of relationships, of morality
and now of farce,
falsehood, of innocence,
of the invisible dividing lines
those that we call boundaries.

© Amritbir Kaur