Soldier

By Sushil Umakant Ankushe

once I went to the market,

I saw a persons with a locket

he was old and failed to walk,

I saw him and just tried to talk

I asked him to take my hand,

so he could walk on the land

he saw me and gave a good smile,

I judged him as old dusty file

He denied my help

and said, “I’ll walk myself.

life is heavy with too much burden,

what’s the need to hide it with curtain?

I saw life and it’s various colours,

I suffered chills and also calor!

life is just like your skin,

somewhere thick, somewhere thin

sometimes pits followed by dolors

somewhere rouber somewhere pallor,

be a soldier and give a fight

in the darkness bring some light!”

By Sushil Umakant Ankushe