Underneath The Violet Sky.

Here's another of the poems that I have ever written. This poem tries to project the mentality of a soldier at the battle field. In the end, I leave the reader with a question in their mind, "Is death really a loss, or a gain of freedom from the human body, and worldly pain?".

Underneath The Violet Sky

In his tiny troubled trench he sits,
amidst a cacophony of guns and bombs,
in the middle of an icy battlefield.
He-who is an artist, a brave soldier and a well groomed man,
stares out at the violet sky,
and breathes in his last dose of encouragement.

He stands up, but as he stands,
he is greeted with memories of his past.
He touches his icy gun, but as he touches it,
he is enticed into a scene of him biding 'Good Bye' to his wife.
He looks up at the battle scene, but as he looks up,
he is reminded of his beautiful homeland.

An instant passed, then suddenly he realized,
he had found a solution to the world problem.
It seemed to him as if he had found a nuclear bomb,
to nuke the heinous world problem. 
At an instant he thought all his enemies were dead,
but it would have been better if he thought,
he himself was dead.

-Chirag