Hey guys Khushi here. A short poem penned by me, on what does being on battlefield truly mean for a soldier.
. . I could hear the firing guns, I could hear the tanks approaching, As my comrades screamed in pain I could see the army encroaching, I may be wrong But I think I saw a hint of uneasiness in his eyes As he shot a soldier And I think I heard a sigh How vague this was, I thought As I stood posted on a border of my nation Killing ruthlessly our counterparts With the excuse of protecting our people- harming our own civilization . Amidst the gunshots I began to think Of the cruelty that replaced humanity, Of the hatred filling our loveless hearts, Of the desires overpowering harmony Alas! A bullet struck me I fell down on the ground Fell defeated not because I was unarmed, Why, I let these simple questions to flicker on. ~ Khushi.M