WAR Poem: A Soldier’s Lament, by Muhammad Haseeb Khan

In battles fought on foreign land,
I stand here weary, sword in hand.
For duty calls, I must obey,
But my soul weeps, day by day.
A soldier’s life, a heavy load,
A lament that cannot be foretold.
With every step, the ground I tread,
I carry memories of the fallen dead.
The horrors witnessed, burned in my mind,
Their faces etched, forever entwined.
Friends and comrades, forever lost,
Their sacrifice, at such a cost.
In the darkest nights, I hear their cries,
Echoes of pain that won’t subside.
I close my eyes, and see their faces,
A haunting reminder of war’s dark traces.
I long for peace, for tranquil days,
Where swords can rest, and hearts can raise.
But until then, I’ll press on strong,
For my duty insists, I can’t be wrong.
Yet deep within, a soldier cries,
Hoping for peace before he dies.
For in the end, it’s love we seek,
Not war and violence, but solace meek.
So let us pray for a world at peace,
Where conflict ends, and hatred cease.
May soldiers find solace in the end,
Forever mourned, but never forgotten, my friend.

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