Poets & Poetry

A man on mission

He walked into the valley, in solitude
His face was not visible, but he was tall,
Only his frame, which looked strong.
His shoulders which carried expectations,
And head held high proudly,
Walk so confident, although the road was not smooth.
Now appeared before him a garden, full of roses and marigold,
And so he just let the moment behold,
But only for a while.
For he was not to be distracted
By something so trivial.
Because on him counted too many people with all their hopes.
He knew he had to keep walking,
Or else the country would stop.
He was a man on mission.
He was a soldier.
(Dedicated to the cadets of National Defence Academy)