On a bright sunny day,
To my garden, I made my way;
There, I sat on my chair,
And pondered on how life is unfair.
Many a day, I spent like this,
Many an opportunity, I did miss;
Oh! I miss those days of action,
Oh! I miss that stress and traction.
I thought of my younger days,
Those green fields, those bright sun rays;
Days before we went to war,
Rains came down, and thunder like Thor!
In the battlefield, we fought for people unknown,
As bullets came raining down, one was on his own;
People jumped around, with the heat of explosives,
Smiles of our families were our only incentives.
We killed, and got killed,
We were the sword, we were the shield;
We fought till we had the last man standing,
We won, but we ended up losing.
‘On the
Battlefield’ By Suhaas Putta©
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