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6/28/2020 1:13:11 PM
A Soldier Story	The Soldier The dust has now settled, but the cries are raging on The battle has now settled, but the war is raging on We are still standing over this scorched land While our souls are getting burnt We are still marching over this dead land While our hearts are dying at every turn We can do nothing but our duty Don’t expect from us to show pity We are just heartless for the enemy As we do, anything for the country We are just soldiers We don’t ask you to remember us We are just saviors We don’t expect you to remember us I don't know if I'll see the one beside me For us, death is a part of life I don't know if the one who will be carried is me For us, killing is a part of life The bullets have now rained again My friends have now fallen again Have any of them asked for mercy? No! They say everything for the country This is a war and not some fairytale You’ll get death when you fail Should we make our face pale? No! We will always be brave and hale The dust has now settled, but the cries are raging on The battle has now settled, but the war is raging on I am now carrying my dear friends Some breaths have now been lost I am now praying for my dear friends Some souls have now been lost Should I shed tears on them? Should I feel pity for them? No! I can’t let their pride be defiled I still remember their dying smiles Their dying words make my heart heavy Their words were EVERYTHING FOR THE COUNTRY When we led our friend to his family We say he’s now a martyr for the country We heard a sudden cry, after a moment of silence I can only let my head down, hearing them weep in silence There is a sudden cry (scream) of a child from the door He asked his mother, why the people are so more When his sight fell at the coffin on the floor Shame on me! As I couldn’t save him in war The child caresses the coffin as his tears flow He began to murmur something as the time flows I can't help myself but know What is the last thing he wants to say? What is the last thing he wants to convey? My head sprang up after hearing those words My tears gushed after hearing those words I heard from my ear, as my heart pounded heavily The words echoed “EVERYTHING FOR THE COUNTRY.”
7/29/2020 5:46:56 AM
Drunkard	While sipping the brew from the bottle The world is just a big bubble Where the law is always denied For the people, I am a drunkard on the roadside As the sun rays leaks from the canopy I can hear the birds chirp happily As I throw grains on the canopy I can hear the birds cry hastily As one start to eat casually I can hear the others cry angrily As they fight each other craftily I can hear the grains fall rapidly As they fight each other for one They don’t care when they have lost some If they had shared with everyone Than their loss would have been none While sipping the brew from the bottle My mind runs in full throttle As I got lost in my joyride For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside As I was pulled from hallucination There are people making noise in frustration They talk for the change with minds in hesitation They talk for the others with hearts in division They fight for their god, they fight for their religion They fight for their language, they fight for their region They lie as they search for salvation They cry as they mend their relations They pry as they ask for a donation They smile as they think of the accusation Pointing fingers on me, as they talk for their nation There is some complaining about their life There are some stress from their child and wife As their hearts are placed on a knife They have still not forgotten to strive While sipping the brew from the bottle Life is full of struggle Where your existence can be denied For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside The moon hung in the sky of night Can you find the place of dark and bright? Just like the hearts in black and white Can you feel their will? Can you feel their might? Every day I see many who die Every day I see many who cry The world is a journey where you live and try You try to struggle you try to fly Who will be the eagle or a mayfly? Let see who will shout banzai (shouting cheerfully in Japanese) While sipping the brew from the bottle I lost in the dream of mortals Where I will never know about misguide For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside
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