Poem About A Heartbroken Soldier

Sketched by Vishal Muktewar

I had to shot him down,

My soul crushed into a million pieces…

The little boy holding the weapon was a threat to my countrymen,

I wasn’t proud of it, the emotions at that moment were surreal,

I was going places in my head, I didn’t know even existed

In the end,

My actions in the past still haunt me,

I am still asking myself everyday of life,

Was I a soldier who served his nation?

Or a monster who had thirst for blood?