The soldiers in the borders, brave to hold the gun, <br />The loved ones at home, very insecure in notion, <br />The day he left carrying the gunny sack, <br />The heavy boots and heart, none failed to look, <br />The fear that filled in his eyes with tears, <br />Mother's heart, sad beyond words can spell, <br />The helpless father hid his emotion under lid, <br />The wife and the children, hazy in their vision, <br />For their only loved one going for a mission, <br />Siblings, relatives and the friends arrived, <br />To say goodbye to the man they loved, <br />The man has gone to protect the borders, <br />Under the thick forest, falling snow's cold, <br />He has one thing in mind and recollected many times, <br />To protect his country, that is breath to his life <br />The family, That is a few thousand miles away, <br />Enemies have the detailed master plan, <br />To conquer each other, puppets of politicians, <br />Thinking of money spent on warfare, <br />If spent for poverty, how many of us are poor now, <br />Wasted resources as weapons, polluted land and rivers, <br />Wasted young lives and washed out humanity.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soldiers-5/
