Soldier And Death

By Mehar Talashi

Alone in the battlefield

Blood ,smoke and dust lay there,

Amidst the bravest of all.

With valour and courage ,

With faith and hope.

They don’t carry the word ‘fear’.

They ,the brave men who have no fear of dying.

These men present everywhere land,water and air

.The flag they hoist is smeared with blood and it flies with the last breath they took.

Once in a battlefield ,a man alone stood there.

He held courage and fought like a lion !

He had flames in his heart and eyes

He had a goal, aim set in his mind.

To defeat them all!!

Alas!! The Grim Reaper came and yelled

‘O soldier ,your time is up

Come along with me and the gods will judge ’

The soldier said-

Grim Reaper ,you are a great teacher We have to come and bow down at your feet

Which can’t be escaped by.

Some have seen ,met and come along with you.

But I have a dream

To hoist up this flag

To yell loudly beyond the mountains

And die with a gun in my hand

My soul will lurk around here and there.

Still watching the enemy

And to place the flag on my coffin.

I have taken my revenge

I will die peacefully.

Then in my next life I will be reborn as soldier .

The Grim Reaper ,still mesmerized by his words said-

‘So be it

I grant your wishes .

Protect your land and honour your nation .

And take your last breath peacefully….

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By Mehar Talashi