Death Of A Soldier

Five years ago, he had joined the IMA* In the prime of his life, he has gone today He was injured fighting the militants His body was ridden with bullets Nobody would know for sure What he had to endure How much it hurt While the blood spurt On the barren ground Where he was groaning, found I wonder, what went on in his head While he lay on the hospital bed What was he thinking? While he was sinking Did he in his last moments of strife Feel he had wasted his life Fighting a senseless war While the world watched from afar Or, did he while breathing his last, feel proud As they prepared to wrap him in his shroud. What are we achieving? While so many families are grieving Over the loss of their sons’ lives Some of whom have left behind wailing kids and wives It’s time we learnt to live in peace And this cross border tension had ceased. *IMA: Indian Military Academy