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