I DIED, SO I LIVED

  When the soul is ripped apart,   By the terrorizing thunders and blasts, I pick the gun up.   I wish I had a choice   To choose white and start.     They are more like me.   Who made them live apart?   I wonder, are they also   Willing to ignite harmony’s spark?     Everything besides, when innocents are being killed,   Uncontrolled temper rises, sanity drop.   Having the last glance of her,   And keeping the rose of their part-   I pick the gun up,   Not to kill but to stop.     I died, was not an issue,   But burnt houses hurt me all.   I am not dead, don’t lower down my flag ,   Let me live in your spirit and protect the soul.   Dying for nation, taught me what’s life,   And that’s my biggest gallantry award!