Soldier-The Real Hero
All this when I remember,
Silently rolls down a tear.
Our country was in danger
And nation's pride at stake;
A bloody battle shook the border,
Turned into red sea, every lake.
At this thought, when I shudder,
Silently rolls down a tear.
Blood smeared the shining snow,
Battered and bruised bodies lay;
Fearlessly they faced every blow,
For whose sins did they pay?
For lives lost when i fear,
Silently rolls down a tear.
Spurred by the courage to kill,
Injured arms grasped the gun;
Then, fought with relentless will,
Knocking 'em down one by one.
As I sleep, while they slaughter,
Silently rolls down a tear.
Then collapsed on the ground,
Face exuding an eternal bliss;
And drifted to a sleep so sound,
On mother earth' s lap in peace.
When I raise candles in prayer,
Silently rolls down a tear.
Perhaps a loving son/brother,
Or apple of someone's eye;
They have all lost him forever,
Without a parting goodbye!
Their helpless cries, when I hear,
Silently rolls down a tear.
A war has no winner,
If only humans had known!
Religion or race no matter,
Every drop bled was our own.
Proudly when I salute a martyr,
Silently rolls down a tear.
Copyright © Shruti Prabhu | Year Posted 2016
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