The Taste Of War

Here I lie,

In a field not of corn ever so gold,

But of blood and mud,

Ever so dusty red.

         Till few days ago,

         I too had a family,

         Till few days ago,

         I too heard the laugh,

          That made me happy and silly.

Now I just have the memories

And Oh Yes,

The taste of rust,

Through torn lips.

         I hear the horns of Victory,

         But they are not for me,

         I hear the shouts of Victory,

         But I am not amongst them.

We did try our best,

We did lay our lives,

But there is only one best,

Others fall by the side,

We were in the rest.

         If you meet my family

         Back home,

         Never tell them I lost the war,

         Tell them I gave my life for them.

There will be many more chances,

For us to win the Wars,

But,

Now I am too tired to go on,

          I will meet my Creator,

         To get a life more,

         To wage a War more,

          And be a part of the Victory

Which sounds so near

Yet so far to me,

Yes,

I will be back with a Bang,

For all to listen and to be proud of me.