The Heart that Knew
There he sat,
In a smart olive green,
With his head held high
And chest puffed with pride.
The face looked calm,
Adorned with a soft smile.
His hand held a rifle,
That stood tall and bright.
He seemed lost in thoughts,
Probably of his country.
Or, was it more personal?
As, he too had a family.
He opened his fist
That had a crumpled photo,
Of his twins, whom he
Yearned to hold close.
Moist were his eyes
From all these thoughts.
But he gathered himself
At the sound of the tanks.
As he stood up
To take the guard,
He placed his hand over his heart,
That bore the national flag.
Two shots, from no where,
Brought the mighty warrior down,
With his hand over his,
Bleeding, yet contended heart.
A heart which knew that
Stronger hands in olive green,
Would take care of his
Motherland and the crumpled photo.
Kirti V
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