Soldier by me, dedicated to the soldiers in Zarb-e-Azb. Away from my home; Every second, I feel alone, I yearn for the embrace of my fathers arms; But I cant let my nation suffer for alms, I get a flashback of the old times; Mother croons to me the nursery rhymes, The nightingales would envy her voice; Now, all I hear is the painful cries, When I crawl in these bushy fields; My elbows howl, my knees shriek, And yet that light is what I follow; To save my people from the ones so shallow, And with bravery that comes from prayers, I shell the houses of brutal critters, Extinguishing sanctuaries of barbarous, Demolishing refuge of torturous, And the light of victory awaits us, In hours of pain, does it motivate us, Thus, I continue and fight, Be it day or night. Written By Sidra Amin (A talented young writer) #Wj
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 15:08:07 +0000
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