The Soldier Poem by anjan baruah

Walking towards the top of a hill,
Braving the cold wind and piercing chill.
The soldier walks with ammunition by his side.
Nothing to conceal nowhere to hide
Nor rules of God by which to abide
But a cold heart and a cold mind.
The senseless killing has made him blind
He even forgot the ties that to his brothers bind,
As he walks up there with his cold mind.
Frozen is the landscape in which he walks,
Frozen are the memories that reside in him.
He knows not when to the ground he might fall.
And when will break his dreams so tall.
But now he has to walk up there,
Forget all love, forget all care.
And fight until he himself gets killed,
To remain in the memories of those who feel.