The Last Soldier

The battle was very fierce with loud and blazing guns.
The bodies of friends and foes lay fallen all around.
And when the last bullet had left the metal muzzle,
An eerie silence rose and, through the air, it wafted.

Among the lifeless soldiers, who were scattered everywhere,
There was one warrior whose breath hadn’t left him yet.
Alone, he lay on the battlefield, wounded and bleeding
Unsure of whether he himself was alive and breathing.

And, as he lay in pain, the events flashing in his eyes,
He thought of his comrades who had laid down their lives.
There, he kept passing in and out of consciousness.
Even the breeze around him was still, as if it too was dead.

The last question that came in the mind of that last soldier
Was – what all of this was for – but there was no answer.
With this last thought, everything went blank finally,
And when he opened his eyes, in a hospital was he.

His leader came to him and adorned him with a medal.
And that was when he knew that they had won the battle.
To his friends, family, and duty, the soldier then returned.
Yet, that question that he had was never ever answered.