A soldier on a special mission
has his eyes fixed on the bull`s eye.
While walking his way he may not love
to look around or back
as he loves to look up and ahead!
A firm headgear fits on his stiff head!
He hates to kneel down at any gun point.
He will never kiss the dust
as long as he has his flesh and blood.
He is more keen about his foes than friends!
He cannot seek help in the solo fight!
He may not bow before any altar!
He may ignore other close egos.
He knows that humility in a fight is not the fuel!
He has to pluck up his courage and duly put up.
He has to win the fight with his own might.
Only winners are heroes is a bitter truth.
He feels that he is born to win!
Defeat is worse than death.
Only the future knows what this history reads!
But he is happy to be a proud soldier!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem