Sergeant

"this is one of the poems which i was able to come up with during my college years"

In my weary daisy roots, I walk

Above the green carpet and the brooks.

In the pale gleaming of spectral ray,

This bloodstained riffle I carry for this today.

 

And as I sat beneath a cypress tree

Mnemosyne came, to sit and talk with me!

She breathes a word of my miseries

Below the trenches and along the hostile bays.

 

No wonder had I in mind,

Life is a battle through the time...

The ground is full of foes and mines---

Allies as well, turn their back at times.

 

Would my horrid fears wax or wane---

While in the killing field I am traversing?

Would the dark phantoms free my brain_

While in the night I am sleeping?

 

Life is now oozing away from me-

Against this bark, my back I lay

And if a croaker will be made out of me

I fear not! For You are now with me.

 

My breath will ebb away, I believe

It shan’t  make a rain in my parade,

I bit the bullet in my heyday

I did live a soldier’s life courageously.