A Sybaritic Soldier
Black and Smoke , Black and Smoke
I opened my eyes
Rigid land , full of Red
I saw my comrades dead.
Severe injuries , without a pinch of pain
Strolled in the barren-garden of limbs and vain.
A thought of higher ups came to my mind ,
Even before the folks of mine.
I thought to myself “Even a stranger would be fine.”
But not even an entity was found on the land of land-mines.
This good-evil feel of greed,
Was not a fault of mine but of my breed.
My mind asked “Is it the end?”
While my soul said “Don't know of you but for me ‘It’ is the end.”
Copyright © Anshika Bhatt | Year Posted 2021
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