Night and the sky so high

Stares a daring man out there

Marches to and fro, and

Death shall never ever dare

Proud he seems to be

Indulged in some dreams to be

Waiting for his followers

To reach him and move behind

Down the hill are many people

Snoring safe, and they are

Protected in the soldier’s arms

Peaceful, calm and quiet

Above the hill so wide and high

The soldier takes a look at them

Glance at their mild grins

Contented he thinks and feels

Behind the valley, down the shores

Across the woods and below the clouds

Still hear the sound

Of a soldier marching to and fro.

The writer is in class IX, Sree Sarada Vidyalaya, Kalady, Ernakulam

Keywords: young worldpoems