The battle is common, it is bold, <br />It may be worse than sin in letters of gold; <br />My combat is harsh, surprising to the enemy, <br />But the dismay is stronger than flies or wasps <br />As I am in mud, and in anger, cross is my defence, <br />Like a heart that heaves for the weight is great. <br /> <br />Yet I am being bashed, smashed and crushed <br />As my fountain of blood comes from my body <br />With no sign ensuring victory, but for the family. <br />My family is now gone, once you grow and die, <br />Wondering why death has snatched the soul from the brave heart.<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-heart-is-brave/
