Brave-Hearts Of Battles - Ii Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Walked he'd shoulder to shoulder with soldiers,
Marching on O to fight in forward gear,
Together to fight with fellow brothers
With courage he muted his morbid fear.
The chill of death sure touches inmost bone,
His throbbing heart heard amidst sounds of gun,
Yet, amidst raging battles care he'd none,
His fear lasted till was touched the kill zone.

On battleground no job was astute more,
And no joy more sacred, any more rife
Than saving sanguine life, be it with knife,
His heart turned stone amidst all blood and gore.
And his wish remained never to get caught,
But fight well, let getting killed be his lot.
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Sonnets | 15.09.2020 |
Topic: war, warrior