Tuesday, March 29, 2016

War and other things

He walks alone at night in a weather beyond his might
He walks alone without a sigh, for without him they would die

He trains hard to fight, his battles and his plight
He trains hard to fight, your battles and your plight.

He is trained to kill one who tries trespassing
He is trained to kill one who'd spill blood while sparring

He has a family who he sees not often
He has a family who he loves and his heart softens

His sacrifices gives us the home we call secure
His sacrifices gives us our motherland so pure.

He stands across a line, we call the border of our nation
He stands across a line that was divided by the rulers of our nation

He recollects the stories of brotherhood and love, his father once narrated
He recollects the stories when each one was brutally separated

He sheds a tear for every man he guns down
He sheds a tear because they are no more brothers now

He lives a life governed by propaganda and politics 
And spends time on the front lines serving those political fanatics.

He hasn't seen his family in over a year
He hasn't seen the end of war for over a number of years

He is a soldier on the fronts lines of our nation
He is a son that belongs to both India and Pakistan, if we only forget the boundaries of their creation.

"Koi bhi desh perfect nahi hota usse perfect banana padta hain"