the life of a commando..

there is a deep darkness,..

my rifle and combats are always ready with harness,…

moonlight and the tiny twinkling stars so beautiful,…

chirping insects and this silence so dreadful,…

my days are filled with critical tasks,…

ambush, hunting, killing people; do not ask,…

there is cold inside and nowhere to bask,…

i kept the real myself hidden behind the mask,…

i carry my life in my palm with a little glee,…

that poor mask i wear for the world to see,…

Hidden behind my bondage free,…

watching creepers climb high on the tree,…

the dry leaves and the virgin forests,…

breaking the silence,and the peace at its best,…

snakes, the night crawlers, and the fearful bat…

who save me is my jungle shoes and jungle hat,..

walking and walking long,…

singing our silent song,…

writing our new stories,…

inspiring from the previous glories,… 

Breathing in, breathing out, my heart beats,…

waiting for the day to retreat, 

to starts into the next, and then repeats,…

defeating the un-defying nature and nights,…

scorching heats, shivering cold an the rainy blights,…

no glance of people from near to far sights,…

but only visible fabulous palaces of termites,…

deep glance into the sky so blue,…

and feeling sunlight loving true,… 

I'm carried back to yesterday,…

Before I filled my tasks today,…

I fill each day with tasks to win,…

there are many others just yet to begin,…

constant regret, my plight of sin,…

my meals are delicious maggi in a pan of tin,…

constant fight for survival will a little resources,…

water and mosquitoes are scary fact for forces,…

the deprivation of sleep and the half of life,…

leave and pity issues and its constant strife,…

zeal like a thunder, and strength of a tornado,…

feeling glowed with pride,… i m CoBRA commando,..

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