A Soldier’s Heart

Darkness stares me every night,

And to be in light,

I keep on with the fight.

Just like the last warrior,

I hold on in this last war.

Every time when my soul asks me,

I ask him not to go far.

When I look at my torned armour,

I still feel there is strength left and it would last forever.

Slowly with the minutes, my soul departs,

But still for everyone whom  I love,  I gather all my powers.

It’s not the time for me to die.

It’s not the time for me to rest.

It’s left, it’s still left !

Their happiness cries out for me,

the unborn life and the newly wedded wife.

I don’t want this war but I have no choice,

When the countries collide there isn’t a place to hide.

To protect my son and wife,

I would kill and take another’s life.

But the feeling of killing someone haunts me,

how can such a doing be unnoticed.

I ask myself is it necessary to kill?

I have no answer, yet I know I have to fight.

The enemy in front of me is scared too,

I can see in his eyes.

He looks at me and I look at him,

without a word we know ,to protect someone we have to fight.

I am a soldier yet I have a heart,

that cares, that loves and is scared of war.

© Akhand Singh, 2012 © An Empty Glass, 2012

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