For Whom War Is Fought

In the dreary battlefield why he has to die A soldier away from his family and home Orders to march and kill he has to comply The time for him to think doesn’t come. Fortified with strong nerve and courage Across the firing line he would venture The thought of death is out of his visage He would strive to strike like a thunder. He has a duty, a mission to accomplish Save our lives and defend the nation He doesn’t know if he would live or perish His mind like a bee is busy in action. In victory he celebrates his rewarded toil Anguish penetrates the psyche in defeat Marching over dead bodies his mind recoils For whom war is fought he would often posit. A martyr, he turns an instant national hero When the worrier is brought home dead If the war is won or lost he wouldn’t know Time forgets the tears his kin would shed. An unsung person is also a hero to me Who sacrifices a lot even life for our cause Howsoever trivial and small it might seem For him in my heart I would grow a rose. November 21, 2017. Contest : Hero