Standing with a gun on this border,
With my pockets filled with bullets and bombs,
I live like a shadow here,
With a heart and soul always so numb..
My dreams tell me to go back home,
Where I can stay close to my near and dear ones,
But my eyes cannot ignore my country's flag,
Because I am a soldier standing on this border with a gun..
Bullets hit every part of my body,
But they cannot touch my courage and strength,
I'll fight for my country till my breath supports,
Even if I see my death standing at an arm's length..
Every war I fight I think it to be my last,
Because I don't know when fate will leave my side,
And when I sleep at night after killing hundreds of people,
My heart silently weeps which my eyes try to hide..
Although these people are members of opposite army,
They too have hearts and families,
But we soldiers are trained to be emotionless,
Killing is our job, do it happily or unhappily..
The always so bright sun was about to set,
Maybe it doesn't wish to witness tonight's war,
The war which will make the sky grey again,
The war which will kill thousands or more..
Just before the war I read a letter from my family,
It said "Come home soon.",
My tear filled eyes made the words appear blur,
The sun was down the horizon, came out the moon..
Firing started,missiles were launched,
The smoke began to spread all over,
This time the bullet hit right on my chest,
And my heart rate was becoming slower and slower..
Finally when the war ended,
My body was sleeping in the lap of my motherland,
Although my heart had stopped beating,
A smile was on my face with my country's flag in my hand..
My body was taken back to my native land,
Where it was covered with a tri-colour flag,
Rifles were fired in my honour,
And to the great God I was going back..
Although I won't be able to serve my country anymore,
I'm happy that I was being fare welled from my native place,
The place where I was born and brought up,
That's where ended my life's case!
- Heet Desai
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