Bullets Are ...

No easy breathe

After death,

My body is buried feet under;

The place is safe here.

 

I was laid

When passing through raid prone area.

One bullet took my life away.

I was declared saying, "he has passed away."

 

What sort of madness is this?

How many more sacrifices?

The families may be waiting for the arrival.

But I was not to reach...

 

I am given the state of honour

Buried with tears and words for

Showing so much of a courage.

Words of praises written clearly on the page.

 

I find total change in the scene.

It is hostility from the neighbouring nation.

How much more shall be dying?

In the meanwhile, where the bullets are still flying.