Analysis of A soldier has two mothers

 A soldier has two mothers

His flood-haunted tiny village,
Gaily and blissful, no trace,
Ribs and its bones all for badge,
Was traced Jutting out; no race.

The few mites escaped the night
Excluded his kind siblings and begetters;
He left his garrison with much fright,
Traced none of his own poor settlers.

He settled himself to far seashore,
The woe-betides and loneliest was he,
The sea-roar chagrined up his beaten core.
All the nights he would sweat and die by the sea.

The memory of the children all gaily-clad,
In a ceremony or a festival,
How they all went mad,
Was the only source of his little enthrall.

The year ran and in the dead of a night,
He built his village of the sea sand;
He put all the mellow inmates inside,
Imagined the community perished in band.

He saw the sea engulfing it with a savage roar,
They could barely screamed or had a groan,
All torn and beaten in wound and sore,
His parents’ hands groped for their nation’s son.
                                        Basudev Karmakar