Soldiering Poem by Saroj Padhi

Oft' as I sit down on a piece of nameless sweating stone
back from the icy LOC on way to my lone bunker
I think for whom I'm fighting such terrible battles
when enemies multiply not only outside but inside the border-
the soil beneath my foot that quakes in danger of invasion
is being stained with heinous lynching, pelting and murder,
putting the very fabric of our democracy into disorder,
people and polity into shame and right to life in danger!
May I ask you, "Where are values of great books gone?
Where the heritage truths buried and tradition forgotten? "
Let the whole country awake and come here to the border
and breathe for a few seconds to feel the pulse of true life,
let there be growth of the knowledge of what is real strife
for true love can perhaps grow in terror of losing one's life!