The Silent Soldier

By Anmol Chainani

Mishaps disguised in comfort, The Silent Soldier walks on. 

Immaculate scenery, buzzing crowds, And rustling leaves, are long gone. What lies ahead, is a maze 

Pitch dark, full of uncertainties. A choice to suffer and endure, Costly endeavour, full of possibilities. 

Unshaped stones, fragile bridges, Burnt houses, an abandoned spot. Eerie ambience, contemplating choices Lucidity and Purity, to be sought. Curvy roads and a map to nowhere, An unkind path, towards the unknown. The journey to unfurling anomalies, Walked by many, and survived alone. 

A pond unfurls, where birds galore. Melodious leaves, a majestic abode. An amorous glance for a divine scene, A rewarding halt, at a sight to behold. Awake to sanity, the march awaits, And the birds are long gone. 

An easy choice, with a sole option, The Silent Soldier walks on. 

By Anmol Chainani