The Voice Of A Soldier
The Voice Of A Soldier
We the soldiers are trained,
to fight where bullets will be rained,
we would shed our lives happily,
but what about the tears of our family.
We just have the only option of following the orders,
due to which we sometimes fail to save our brothers.
I came alive so I share my story
which was praised as a great glory.
I got the medal of being brave
by nation standing on soldiers grave.
I do not see anything great,
I couldn't save a brother because I was little late.
There is nothing glorious because,
the sight of their death was furious.
What about those little eyes
which were assured by a liar,
that their father would come home New Year's prior.
Every situation has a peaceful solution
Which could bring a good revolution
Just due to the nation's so called self respect
They loose their good future's prospect.
Our last wish is only peace
But it seems to cease,
When nations have chance to mease
But they still fight to stand in so called glorious light.
This was a short part of my tragic story
which they said was full of glory.