Army Life

Army life

At the time of holding pen,

I was with gun.

Sleeping in forest, hiding inside den.

No it was no way any fun.

At the time of changing ink,

I was changing bullet.

Blood was only color, no idea about green or pink.

No I never had wallet.

At the time of wearing school tie,

I was with combat dress.

Every part of our body was in risk, be that nose or eye.

After all, we fought for country.

I fought for country!

And now there is no change,

They grew rich busy and fat.

We were all kept in same range.

When they grew to fox, we were still rat!