Why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?
Whenever I see them looking captivating in their dress, it hurts.
Whenever I see
them uploading their status with DLTGH (days left to go home), it upsets me.
I ask myself there and then why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’.
Whenever I see
their tanned skin, an evidence of their harsh training, I feel jealous.
Whenever I see
those proud eyes, telling the story of their adventures, I feel dejected.
I wonder why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’.
When I know I could have been there, I feel aroused.
I wish to know when I had the potential equal to theirs,
What made me so unlucky and unworthy?
Every minute I dream of that place, myself in those pictures.
And then I ask myself why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?
I make up dreams to instil myself into those moments
I was ready to give up everything like them, then why I was not
the chosen one.
Why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?
I see their watsapp unused for days and I feel like unblocking
all.
I see them posting on facebook and I start requesting facebook to
add an unlike button.
I see and I wonder why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’.
When I see them in those events, dressed as officers, I feel
horrible.
Whenever I see
them uploading their pictures on Facebook, I curse.
I look for reasons which will answer my question that why it was ‘them’
and not ‘me’?
Whenever I imagine them saluting to their seniors, I feel wretched.
When I visualize them raising their revered caps, I feel
unfortunate.
When I dream myself in their position, I feel worthless.
And there and then I ask God why it was ‘them’ and not ‘me’?