Bronze Star - 2,107 Points (29-06-1976 / Guskara-Burdwan)

The Soldier Is Mars! - Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

My ascendant lord is fighting alone.
Thanks to God that it is Mars.
That it is well disposed in the 10th house
from Scorpion and in the friendly house.

And I am a soldier.
Feeble Sun and Jupiter
won`t let me get a crown and a throne.
Neither any accolade.

But I am proud.
Proud to miss a lot.
And to get a little.
Proud of spirits and valor.

Proud of being just a soldier
with a never ending will to fight on
and not to retreat from the daily defeated battle.
The wounds holed armor knows the dignity of a fighter.

The martial soul is standing with the feet firm on the blessed ground.
With clenched fists wrapped with bloody injuries.
With tight jaws along with nightmares hit grey cheeks.
With a warrior square shoulder.
And the poke marked flat forehead.

The sniffer dog like nostrils
smell the burning smell
from the burning scroll.
Yet a soldier is a soldier.
And the soldier is Mars

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 3, 2015

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