Saturday, 19 April 2014

Mettle

Armed with the INSAS
He sits 18000 ft above
Where no layman can reach
Or think of visiting

The need to protect
And to serve
The 1.2 billion
Sitting far, far away
Keeps him going
In the biting cold
In the scorching June

A bit of whiskey
To warm his soul
And to fill the aching space
In his heart
That longs for his family
Is enough today
To keep him going
Until he breathes his last