I am feeble, weak and ill but don't challenge me
Because I am soldier by birth with sword in hand
For every action I do carry justification as a plea
Till last breath I have decided as a rock to stand
My life is a loan to be repaid as a grace to take
My confidence and fortitude takes me on and on
The land under your feet like earthquake I shake
In sheer darkness light comes to me as a dawn
A soldier has very many choices to make in life
But the real one is to lay his life for others sake
I have a will to do what I feel on edge of a knife
I will throw all your claims as just false and fake
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Col, you seem comfortable with the rhymes here but you have no concept about meter. If you're going to keep composing this kind of formal poetry, read some books on formal verse, the best one being Paul Fussell's Poetic Meter and Poetic Form. Good luck. If you'd like, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Let me know how you like it. Yrs, JC
I am student of English language and literature and poetry is my passion.I do know what is rhyme and meter but after reading all of you poems I failed to understand your meter and rhyme.Stay blessed