A SOLDIER'S DIARY

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I stood on the front lines with a passion in my heart
I stood to safeguard my motherland
I stood to safeguard my people
I stood so that the nation shall stand

We moved in huge numbers to places unknown
We moved into hostile regions
We moved until we completed our objectives
We moved sometimes for bigger reasons

I haven't seen my family for months
I haven't seen my fields and lands
I haven't see the place I call home
It is here that I shall stand

We climb mountains that are tall
We cross the raging cold rivers
We eat what we get sometimes
Surviving on the tiniest of slivers

We walk all day sometimes
We walk sometimes all night
We walk despite our legs giving away
But we never stopped in our fight

I shall fight till I'm alive
I shall fight for my nation's pride
I shall give it all I have in me
I shall take all victories and defeats in my stride

I may die one day fighting on the front lines,
My family might cry at the news
But my motherland shall be proud
Tell her I'm one of those lucky ones who made the sacrifice.

Though the nation may not worry about my demise
They sleep soundly, safe and secure
A soldier who died fighting for his nation,
It was my destiny perhaps!

Comments

aryan said…
__/\__ :)
i wanna become a soldier now!!
April 7, 2012 at 1:02 AM
Sahil Kaul said…
I wrote it with a soldier's perspective. Would love to be one too! Given a chance!
April 7, 2012 at 1:57 AM
Ratna said…
It's not an ordinary task to write from another person's perspective but you seem have accomplished it with ease. Great job, Sahil :)
May 29, 2012 at 1:52 PM
Sahil Kaul said…
A sneak peak into a lot of articles on soldiers and soldier oriented movies helped!!
May 31, 2012 at 10:54 AM
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