A Normal Life In War! Poem by Akhil Singh Pundir

Let me ask you a question,
That what is meant by normal in your sight.
It may be routine good or bad experiences,
Or some times common life despite.

But let me tell you ones
My own story, my own side.
Where the upper para was a joke.
And normal word is worse than the monster ride.

Where day starts with smile and ends with grief,
There life is for granted taken as a mystery.
Remembering past moments is painful for eyes,
And last day when I smiled is in book of history.

My body is hot like lavish liquid lava,
My mind is made up of Idealize imbued ice,
Myself and my ego are clear as water,
And my soul is truly divine and wise.

In the crowd I felt like to be alone,
In hundred relations non is there to share inner thoughts.
In me thousand of good memories are still there locked,
Here is flood of tears and smiles drought.

This is my normal day schedule,
This is my normal moving plane side.
I am not perfectly good or crook.
But its my normal life! ! !