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
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