A Soldier’s Epitaph

Dark clouds seemed to have
Enveloped the dawn,
Crowded thoughts seemed
To run across as a fawn.

The night was long
And full of blood,
When the battle cries had
Rung wide and loud.

Metals had screeched
And voices had cried,
Bodies in agony had
Crawled and wriggled.

The soldier now lay quiet,
Reminiscent of his glory;
The vicious scenes all around
Reverberating a sorrow story.

He had kicked and punched
And fought as a gladiator;
Alas,when the bells of victory rung
He was no more the same warrior.

The beats of life had slowed down
The soldier had only one fading thought
He had done his country proud-
The honour-he had never sought.

Archita Ahluwalia