For months a still eyes, awaits him,

 His soul revived as he waits!

 His eyes weary & tired!

 His body gathers the unknown rhythm!

 As he lay half bruised with blood stains,

 A brave soldier in the war, who remained hungry and sleepless,

In the never ending war game!

Deep within, his heart awaits to hear from home land.

Like an innocent child awaits her mothers call,

A whisper of mothers loving voice, he await to hear,

Making his presence in the battle field, fighting with all his zeal!

For the love & dedication felt within his bruised body!

Days, weeks, months gone by,

We often celebrate the victory of every war,

The game we call patriotism or war against  terrorism,

Alas! As a dead soldier, he still awaits the call from home!