A SOLDIER’S
DEATH
G. Ramaseshu
I meet my fate upon these Hills
No other way for me - to fight and die
I chose my way: Amidst this Chill
Snow-fanged boulders I sigh:
Can we relieve this cursed blame
By this inhuman bloody game?
Who cares for life? We have to spill
Our blood and mercilessly Kill.
My Death at last be seen -
A mere dead phrase in news
Some tearful faces shot upon the screen
A Topic for political views;
My family gets a heartless cheque
Can it repair the inner wreck?
Waiting for orders should I die
Decided by secure powers high
I slug through marshy snow at night
Hearing the groans of death despite
Some fate awaits me tomorrow;
War will not give you any respite
But bleeding floods of sorrow;
Man turns a brute with dreadful might
Life seems a game to shoot at sight
So many promising buds to ashes blight.
Our blood is same - of mine or of my foe
Afar from us, our families sob
Like fleas we bum in a lurid glow
Of war and then our souls will throb
Beholding the vain blood - thirsty game
Played in all - loving Godly name.
I die, No regrets for it, and yet
I pray for peace and gentle state;
No nation rose to fame and set
The path of progress by burning hate;
Oh God! I yield my soul, please save
This world, Spread Peace, Make it not a War-torn grave.