Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


They ran on frozen ice; draping their bodies in threadbare minimum of inexpensive cloth, 


Took their positions scrupulously behind incoherent lumps; aiming dead straight with their missiles.


 


They hardly paid attention to food; surviving on parsimonious amounts of water


compounded with intermittent meals, 


Swirled their eyes rampantly in all directions; trying to track the slightest of movement; the most inconspicuous of sound.


 


They didn't budge an inch at the sound of bullet firing; instead retorted back


with indiscriminate gunfire of their own, 


Belligerently attacking with their grenades and tanks; trying vehemently to


push back the infiltrators.


 


They used their fists onerously to dig furrows in the snow; sequestering


themselves from the opposite camp, 


Used every trick in their armory to entice the intruders; before mercilessly


assassinating them.


 


They constructed their camps in the inclement cold; dexterously spreading the


heaps of canvas they had onerously carried on their shoulder, 


Listened diligently to crisp voices emanating from their walkie talkies; 


endeavoring to adhere to every command of their seniors as stringently as


possible.


 


They were quite accustomed to the obstreperous noise echoing far and distant


throughout the valley; as it was an indispensable part of their lives, 


Incessantly chalked plans to capture their adversaries with surprise; without


giving them the tiniest of insinuation.


 


They hardly talked about their miseries; the streams of blood trickling 


down their bare palms, 


Instead courageously pepped up each other; envisaging the sweetness of victory; applying cold water to their wounds as an antiseptic medicine.


 


They audaciously struck their swords into their opponents chest; remaining


unperturbed by the tyrannical gasps of profound anguish, 


Took several soldiers at a time; still remaining invincibly triumphant in the


end.


 


 


They remembered their families on infinite occasions of time; nostalgically


reviving the blissful moments they had spent back home, 


However phlegmatically shrug such thoughts away; when they saw them interfering with the safety of their country.


 


They were unrelentingly fighting to save their nation; at prime cost of sacrificing their lives; ensuring that a majority of their population rested cozily in their homes, 


I considered myself nowhere near the most obscure fractions of their shadows; 


as I was dying every moment to save my cowardly life, 


While they lived for centuries unprecedented even after death; as they had


deservedly earned the proud status of being 'IMMORTAL SOLDIERS'.



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