This poem was written by Sagar Sujai Krishna from India.
BATTLEFIELD
The Place of braveness,
The Place of death,
The Place of determination,
The Place of blood,
Here, the river flows in Red.
One day, the field is ready,
numerous men are standing steady,
for a battle,
though they all rattle.
Among all, stands a warrior,
his eyes on his enemy,
ready to crush them out,
but his mind brushes him out,
of his children whom he had,
promised to come home alive.
But he can't assure,
to hold his promise,
as there is pressure,
on his opposite side,
which he can't hide.
The Commander says "Charge",
they all march,
towards their enemy,
whom they deny.
Ten days and ten nights,
they all fight cruically,
with all strength and power.
Eleventh day, we see,
the place is deserted,
one cries for help,
one walks with limp,
as several arrows,
struck their bone marrow,
they all lie dead,
fully drowned with blood.
Among all,
lies the warrior,
thinking of his family,
but sheds his life happily,
for the sake of his nation,
as there is true relation.
We salute for them,
who had sacrificed their life,
in the brave sands of,
the legendary place called,
the BattleField.
-Sagar Sujai Krishna
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