Blood stained battle fields,
And torn uniforms,
Fresh bullet marks, clanking arms and shields.
But I braved it all,
Moved when everything else was stalled,
Soldiers without emotion,
Just one aim, just one passion.
But I fought them all.
Days turned into night,
And night into darkness,
Creepers and thorns, Human barb wires and shrewdness.
But I held my ground through all,
Conquered everything like a fire ball.
Hunger never came, what came was thirst.
Sharp, targeted, regular or in bursts.
But I fought it all.
Far from home, near victory yet alone,
Though wishes and prayers always stood steady,
But it was only one bullet that took me down,
I tried to smile but out came a frown.
I really tried to fight, I tried a lot,
But on my cheeks and on many, just tears rolled down.
Because no matter how hard I tried,
I could not fight them at all.
I could not fight them at all.
I could not fight them at all.
Ananya
