The Soldier
For the welfare of people
This purpose to fulfill
We stand opposing threats-
For our fatherland’s will.
For law and order, all purely made by madmen,
Completely false
From the beginning to all ends.
Nonexistent to us forsaken by chance
To leave without trace
It's an unforgiving sense.
But-
I'll be
The soldier.
Raid the dunes of sinned warmth
There, a glass tracks my life remaining.
Time is powerful,
With it, I leave home in crestfallen loathing.
In this pandemonic land of length
everyone’s pretending
to have their own strength
As the sky sees us off-
without a wee woven wreath.
We see sands cladding our red spilling
For us to heal in death.
Shaheed-
I am
The Soldier.
Rise in the horizon,
Rise as the dust would and-
Return to our scarred, homely land
Pursuing warmth
In this now banished land
Finally, now at peace
by my very hand
Khatam-
I, was
The Soldier.
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