Wen i was young....

This poem was written fr my dear friend karu....he was just too adamant tat some amateur like me write it....tolerate plzz..

wen i was young , i had a gr8 plan
to be a gr8 soldier nd a good man..
forever would i defend my nation
in my death and in my reincarnation
bear the winds of war,the wind of the terrors
Forever would i protect my brothers
No death can part us,me and my countrymen
I would never let the demons seize them from me

I forever fought the fight that brewed
That which the blood hungry spewed
Forever shall it continue i realised
The fight which everyone,all ,despised
But this was a war,for never shall it end

I never fell,i never saw the end...
I stood alone there standing like a tree
With the wildfire consuming everything around me
God,tell me y u let me live..tell me why u let him die.
aae mere khuda,
tu itna bta..
jo aaj ho gya , woh kyu huya
aae mere maula , aae mere saibaba,
woh jo aaj mar gya , mera bhai tha...