My last entry before I go to War
I think this time we will be gone for long,
200 kms down south,our enemy awaits our clog dance
No one really knows if this will be our last advance
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Everyone talks of peace,
No one,more than a soldier wants it's release.
As I sit up writing this entry,
The thought of the wind passes my hair,
Feels like its brought a message to me through the air
Sitting with the mountains,I read all their cues.
Even they just hope that someday, soliders will be put to better use
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The way ahead seems long and lost
The battle is not a one way stop,
No one will survive,will the other dies
Even Pain and sufering will appaul
Only The relief of victory or ,
The grief of defeat, will satisfy us all.
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Thousands have died,thousand more are ready do so
Isn't their life worth a little more?
Don't take my prospective as a sign of regret
I only wish that,My words make a little sense
The right and wrong,are only in the thoughtful woes
Victims will be all,but still no one knows
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As I leave this diary here to be found,
I hope someone reads it if, when I am gone
If I ever return to this place again,
I will always remember,Why my sacrifice was in vain!!!
Not because I died for my country during war,
but because I caused humanity to suffer,against the life they adore!!
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