Soldier - A Human Being

With the sun I do boil,

My bed is the mother soil,

I sleep on my grave,

As you people say,

I am called 'The Soldier' brave.

Hands are cold of those,

That had once fed,

I know mom,

You hope to see me alive,

But not dead.

Wounds and pains though,

Take me on a ride,

I serve the nation,

With all love and pride.

I am born to fight,

Guard all day or night,

I wish someone would ask me,

Hey buddy! Are you alright?

I too have someone to care,

Also, have someone to love, 

Tears roll down when,

My little one asks me,

"Dad will you come to see me now?".

I am strong and tall,

Will getup even if I fall,

But I too have a heart within,

After all I am a human being.