Life Of A Soldier

He knows he lives to die one day,

still doesn't put a pang of pitiless display, 

He ventures upon his fervent voyage,

Leaving behind his ménage and the beloved village.

Valiant, unwavering, gallant and enduring,

A heart that beats to the nation's glory,

But the toughness of body dissembles the eye, 

For it is the one which lies inside.

At once with a war the battlefield tore,

Thousands of bodies put to rest galore,

He glimpsed a dove in the blue-sky soar, 

And wished for peace and nothing more.

The death knells of war-cry,

Hardly ever rattles the virile,

But as he beheld the bodies around,

Still echoed in him the plea sound,

For the massacre that made him cry, 

He wanted nothing but to be that bird and fly.