This is my first time of writing a poem,criticism and appreciation are welcomed....
When Men go to war. .
Just to beshield a law..
Fighting for a cause...
With nothing to lose....
Putting their life on the line.....
Sending cold shivers ....
To their spine....
With an honour to gain...
With bullets filling the air.
Like its a raining day.
Shooting like they are cursed.
And vultures preyed on humans...
Feeding on every rotten carcass..
To the fallen ones.
Taken down by bullets.....
That Pierce their heart....
scared of
The pangs of their children...
That need fatherly care...
The agonies of their wives...
A war for the brave...
Not for the bereaved.. .
Doggedness defines a soldier....
Giving up define a loser.. .
Not scared of firearms ....
That abated their homes...
Scared not...
Of bullet that amputated their arms.
Of bullets that deafen their ears...
Of bullets that maimed many lives....

Touching... No Pain No Gain. No Guts No Glory. #Respect.

Touching... No Pain No Gain. No Guts No Glory. #Respect.