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Daydreaming


Hey Dear!!

You are always on time,

I pity you. 

I know,

but a soldier can’t keep

A lady waiting.

I hope,

this habit of yours

lasts long.


Lets get on to our table 

before anybody else does, cherry.

Do you feel comfortable, said I.

 why do you ask

Are you not

 Is it the chair

Or tiger teeth in cushion.

She jiggled.

Joke was poor,

She knew, but delivered,

The comfort,

to a sweating soldier.



Her smile was everything

The sun, moon and the stars.


I never bought her any gifts

 but thought of buying her

A  souvenir perhaps

 with initials yesterday today forever.

Handed it confidently to her.

The Crux of my love.


 she  jumped

 like a kid  

I'll put it on my tree

 said she.


and handed me a box

 saying congratulations

 on  promotions

  you got what you desired.


 i have faith

 They will use

 brave men like you 

appropriately.


She brought me

 a pair of leather slippers 

with a monogram

And a small silver ship


When do you leave

 For training 

 said she with less joy

Next month i guess said I


 The coming year will be too long

Rock and roll

 rum and cola

dancing ducks

and then to war. 


Come with me please

So we can marry 

on a tropical beach

Or a train.


I'd love to

But i can't.


Suddenly,

the world has gone crazy

Jonny!!  Said she.


Let's wait 

until we can 

be together

For real and forever.


I'll always be looking for you

 near the horizon

 Cherry.


no matter where i am

Even if i’m a million miles away

I’ll be hoping 

to see you 

come around the corner.

Cause when you do

 it's  the greatest feeling in the world.



Good morning, sir,

Said sargent Penny 

Hope you slept well, Sir.


Never had the gift

For sleeping on board,

Was just refreshing memories.


Out of the bed

Foots into the 

Boots.

The basic navy Drill.




Was having breakfast peacefully

"All hands on the deck"

"All hands on the deck"

"Captain required urgently" siren wailed.


Repetitions from above

Will usher hell onto you

Words Of my instructor 

Came to my mind.


On deck

2nd in command 

Cautioned me for 

An upcoming U boat attack.

Sonar readings were sloppy.


suddenly realised

 The  winds 

 were piercing

right through my service coat and 

I missed my fur gloves

The socks felt all wet

And the sore on my left toe 

was throbbing.

 

Called on to my messenger

Requested him to bring my sheepskin coat 

Brought by you on my 40th birthday

The way you attached the collar

It gave befitting reply

To the Atlantic cold.


Promotion gift came in handy 

To provide temporary relief to 

My toe.


And the fur gloves

 I remember

 how you went on hunting

to collect fur for it

And plead your grani

To put it together.


But what a fool was I

Brought you a souvenir.


And you were such a genius

Brought all the articles of dire

Need for an aging sailor.


You know

 the consequences of aging

After all

You are a doctor yourselves.

It has done little good and much worse

To me.


It has promoted me to 

Captain of my own 

Destroyer fleet “The Wrangler”

But has strangled my physical strength

My vision is blurry,

Joints pain,

Chest aches,

The only thing

 the memory of your beautiful face 

Is miraculously carrying me forward.


Above all  

Parkinson's Disease is what I fear the most.

Fear of losing 

the most precious jewel

The memories of our school days together from my mind 

Gives shivers.


Suddenly Larry the SONAR guy shouted 

An U boat approaching us 

980 meters steady motion.

My navy brain took the charge 

I extensively used 

Steep rudder maneuvers 

To duck torpedoes 

And butchered it to 

The bottom.



The fleet was attacked by 11 U boats

The next day

We took some serious damages.

Once we were stranded

 for 24 consecutive hours

Without air support

And marginal fuel reserves

The death seemed imminent 

In an attack two hours

 previous to  air support 

A torpedo hit us

 causing non serious damages

 to our guns but we lost three

Sailors 

one was my cook 

 was reloading in emergency services duty

After the naval service they 

Were returned to sea,

My heart throbbed

Couldn't eat

 for two days

Wept alone

I had to stand firm

 i was the captain


The death seemed imminent 

On a chilly morning in the Atlantic

Contrary to my dreams.


I  dreamt to die

 holding your hands

 On a warm summer day

 in late 90s

At your father's goat farm.


I prayed

 day and night to god

To allow me

 to hold your hands once.


God heard me 

And got my back.


Got many chances

Couldn't write

But today it's a special day

As a fleet we destroyed 18 U boats

And the coward lover of yours 

Has been recommended for 

The Presidential medal.


The other two ships suffered

 irreparable damages.


Admiralty has ordered us to

 return back to  base

And new fleet is 

To replace us today

For me the war has ended 

And it'll end for others soon.


With moist eyes 

paining legs 

and shivering hands

Your ugly  lover since ages.



Captain J.

12th January 1945.


This poem is inspired by a novel I read years ago.

Thank you.

 



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