Standing amid d corpses red blooded n pink flesh all littered around..
Panting and struggling.. Holding my gun against the heart of
a man.
His heart beat was loud and clear.
The sweat n blood on his face merged together n displayed a
perfect effigy of fear.
I felt weak pale fatigued but some how managed to hold the
ak 47 which lusted more blood as if it hasn't had enough??
The war.. The killings..
The bloodshed.. The sacrifices
A kingdom loses another rises
But toll of death it brings along
The song of misery it sings along
The counts of martyr it sacrifices
Hopes of thousands it burns along.
Had it not been that extra bullet in my gun..I would have
been at his place..at gunpoint!!
My battalion won as I stood tall killing the last pawn..the
knight being still guarded and secured.
Whose plight was more miserable??the one who laid half dead
anticipating death but with feeling of relief that he dies for his nation or
the man who is about to kill an innocent man with a soul just like his..with a
family waiting for his return just like his..with a mission to serve nation
just like him.
Closed my eyes for a second.. Heard wings flattered..
Something weighed on my right shoulder..
It was an angel.. Dressed in white with a halo, a glowing
golden ring floating above his head.. The next moment felt dark black smoke n
something weighed my left shoulder. Dressed in black n with horns and a
pitchfork, a demon it was..
"Let him go oh warrior!! He deserves to live.. You have
your piece of victory ..give him a piece of freedom..
He shall be of no harm to u.. Killing a soldier won't affect
his king.." Said the kind hearted angel.
"What nonsense!! You are a fighter..shoot the man..else
he would run for help and may be then u have to face death" said logically
the ruthless demon.
As my each nerve in body ached to pull of the trigger..
Something inside me just dint let me do it..
The angel said " Be generous!! God watches from
heaven.. Forgiveness is a virtue.. Do good it shall come back one day."
But the demon differed and said "The cruel enemies,
they slaughtered your friends and family.. They started this terrorizing
bloodshed. Now it's your turn to end it. Kill the damn loser."
The rendezvous with the black and white felt as if I was
being toyed around to and fro.
The man on my foot laid down with closed eyes as who would
want to see his naked death but still he managed to half open his eyes to check
what was taking so long.
He dint plead for sympathy or freedom. He wholeheartedly
accepted his short-lived fate.
"It's ok, shoot me. I deserve to die. I wasn't able to
win victory for my nation. I failed so I shall die as a martyr. Give me a death
of respect so I shall rest in peace."
I rubbed off my shoulders and took charge.
He will die and shall rest in peace and what about me? I
will have to live with this gut in my stomach..a petrifying guilt that I killed
an innocent man.
And what was his fault..That he served his nation??
It would be so coward of me to shoot a man with no weapons.
So my one instinct said that let me drop my gun..give him a
hand..and say
"I shall kill you in the battlefield!!"
But my other instinct begged to differ.
I pulled of the trigger and bang!!
He laid lifeless..dead as a dodo!!
I had no qualms that letting him live would be a bigger
penalty.
A warrior who looks at himself in the mirror and sees a
defeated man, let to live, by a merciful enemy, would die a thousand deaths.
So I let him die for once..a death well deserved by a
hero..a true patriot like him
