I am tired, I am lost
I want to quit I want to halt.
Countless battles I fought
But the war is on, it never stopped.
I was born right here
In middle of battleground.
My spring, my youth
This is where I found.
I had my fun anyway
I would now simply run away.
I know many would continue to fight
Till death with full might.
Even if I quit
How it mattered.
I am just one
Weak and battered.
I already had enough.
Bored, completely done.
Would clap for others
When the battle is won.
Tell me why I should fight
I did not start it, right?
I just happened to be there
Bad luck, life was unfair.
But why stick, when I can decide
To enjoy music, have joy ride?
Relish, indulge, sing and dance
Life is beautiful, Life is romance.
My life, my choice….
Chapter 2: My life, their death
But then suddenly I realize
How can I simply ignore
Those who valiantly died
So that I live, to reach the exit door
They also loved the life
They could also have fled for romance
But towards the path of exit
They did not even slightly glance
I live today, I dream today
Just because they died
They were also just one… like me
But they continued the fight
They did not complain
Show any disdain
No lame excuses
No helplessness vain
They fought till end
So that I don’t die
If I don’t fight
Someone else will die
I love everyone
I love family and friend
For them I must fight
Till war comes to an end
To see all safe and sound
Is best fun without bound
War is a truth, no one can deny
Others must live, so I would happily die
I would love to fight
Until the war is over
Running away, quitting?
I would think never ever.
“My life, my choice”
Let parasites choose this way
“My life, for those who fought”
Beyond the ‘my’, till my last day.
– Sanjeev