Soldier's rime
I am sitting alone,
I feel like hell.
Really,I didn't want to tell.
But my loneliness has made me to write.
I cant decide was it wrong or right.
Was it wrong or right,to leave them behind.
Was it wrong or right,to make up my mind.T
hat I'd be alone,like a mad or a gone.
Was it wrong or right,to choose my aim
Was it wrong or right,to play the hellish game,
The game of my life,the biggest strife.
In which I've to cut my throat,with my own knife.
My love for country ,has put me in this place.
From where,I cant trace,any survival hope.
But Alas!!!! what can I do?
I've no other choice.coz a soldier,,,,,has not got any voice...
and I know,I can die any time..
..But no surprises....coz its every soldier's rime.....................