Looking at the soldier smiling proudly,with holes all over his body,
He closed his eyes..
Wars are cruel..
No matter who stands,some fates are irreversible..
He cannot reach at places,at times sometimes..
Some places just reject him..
Not with harsh words,but with child's innocence..
When life comes to an end,when world crumbles,
At times he has to stand by..
Sitting beside the barely alive young man,he whistled his favourite tune,
And the young man smiled..
He saw the last wish flash..
To return to his mother's embrace..
And smiled..
As he picked up the body and soul,and took him to his mother..
All he could utter was,
Rest..
Atleast you have a mother..
You have a homeland to lay asleep..
Brave child,rest in peace..
And walk,towards some other place..
With a smile of melancholy
