The Inevitable Battle

Marching down the battlefield,
Heart pounding fast.
With a gun and a shield,
Emotions and tears he cast.

His skin is all bruised,
And Hands, legs quivers.
His mind is not bemused,
The order given is all he considers.

Family, he leaves behind,
With a tear rolling down his skin.
A happy moment he rewinds,
Reminiscing for last with a grin.

Telling his family not to hope,
With a shatter voice.
As Returning is not the scope,
He tells with out of choice.
His child crying is all he hears.

While walking down the battlefield.
Not able to see them again is he fear,
And cry helplessly on his knees.

Under the blanket his child cries,
A mother tries to divert, child's innocent mind.
With all the love and water in their eyes,
The father whose a warrior bid goodbyes.

On the way he wiped his tears,
With his head held high.
His family and NAM are all he cares;
And For them he prepares himself to die.

While he stands firms with a purpose,
With all the emotions kept aside.
He hears the news about the callous,
He knew it would be done tonight.

He went forth with his brothers,
With the same flame their spirit ignites;
They made their enemy stumble,
But they knew it would be a tough fight.

Fighting for his NAM was all in his mind;
TahChapa a voice he hears from inside.
With all his strength, with all his might
He led our NAM's to victory,
Though he had to die.

He took his last breath,
And fell on the ground.
He could not stop his death,
But His victory made the loudest sound.