Soldiers of love

I once thought that the soldiers on either side
hated each other till their gums hurt.

What I heard was a welcome relief,
for a world of love and no strife.

Both sides of the borderline look alike to me.
Then ,who divides us?
(North and South Korea border)

Says a soldier : all are brother-en,
of the big world we see.
all have pain,sorrow and love;
that pierces the heart and stitches them together ;
so that, they never want to kill each other.

But, who decides to love or hate?

They have good days and bad days, to
see together in the arid ground;
With only the warmth of another fellow, from
the other side of the border line.

Far away from their home and folk,
Left alone to face  life at its brink;
They toil day and night,
till their souls really hurt.

India-Pakisthan border

So,they laughed together
they wept together ,rejoice and sorrow
 mostly together; and suddenly
they are asked, to get up and shoot-





The heart that yearned for his peace ,
The eyes that searched for him,
The lips that gave him a smile,
the soul that looked out for him:

 from the other side of the border.

Now,who decides to hate or love?



Note:
This poem is inspired by a first-hand conversation with a BSF soldier posted at the India-Pakisthan border at Jammu and Kashmir.