The Time Soldier Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

Souls blossom
And wither like the weather
As time marches on
Like an unforgiving
Soldier driving to death
Whatever comes his way
I cried and screamed
To the cloud above
There was a lightning
That struck the sky
From here to there and
Nowhere just like the drop
Of the needed rain
But there was blood
On the slushy mud
As I was trampled
On the way, they said, I'm
Dead, shot in the head
But I lived on
Like dust in the air
The time is has come
The soldier cries
There is no more
To kill with
His brutal will
And now he has
No other soul
But his own and now
He has to die alone
He could hear
A million laughing souls
All watching from
The colosseum of the
Clouds, that had now
Begun to rain
As the soldier
Trembled and put
The barrel on his head
"Go On" we cried
Pull that trigger
And see it is just
A fraction of the boundless
You, why do you cry
Your courage dry
You have lived much
Longer than you
Ought to do
He closed his eyes
With a tearful drop
Moved his index finger
The bullet smashed
His brains away
But still he wasn't dead
That curse! that curse!
That terrible curse
Life couldn't be worse
When you could not die
When no one is alive
Around you
So he cried alone
And screamed to the clouds
To stop his beating soul
The clouds dried up and moved
Away, and left the lunatic
Cry all Alone