Life Of A Soldier

By Sreemanti Bag

Lying in blood-bath, wreathing in pain

A fatigued voice muffling a squeaky cry

But, all in vain

Vanquished in war field

Anguished to die

Last sips of blood-soaked sweat, drenching his lips

And agonising tears filling his eyes

Too premature in twenties

To bid forever good bye

Leaving behind a mourning nation

To suffer and cry

He knows, would be remembered in grandmother's lullaby

His essence would linger in prayers and hymn

His soul would live through every warrior's dream

Death is just a beginning,

Not an end

He vows to be back in new life,

As a soldier again.

By Sreemanti Bag