I walk the hills, and the barren lands,

With a passion in my eyes, a gun in my hands.

 

Roads to freedom, the journey long and short,

The incessant firing, the sound of the impending calm.

 

Cold winds blow and they hit me hard,

Violent and fierce, but I can’t scream, not even an ‘ah’.

 

In my aim to protect my country,

I wonder what would happen if we go wrong.

 

Banish the thought from my head,

With a promise to my motherland, I move on.

 

The gun shots and the wounded friend,

I see them all with my two eyes, I am human I want to say out loud.

 

I tell myself to be of stone, be invincible to it all,

A small prayer to God to let me see the end of the day.

 

It all goes unanswered when I am shot in the head,

One last bullet I fire, take the one last step.

 

To kill the enemy, that was the perfect aim,

Free my country from the bondages of Satan’s game.

 

Heavens above call to me, for I have done my duty, they say

Protect the people I love down here, don’t let my sacrifice be in vain.

Student: Shruti Chopra

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