Death Of A Soldier

Can there be someone in this world ,
Leading to the end of it,
I'm a soldier on knee,
Waiting for the day,
Just to be selflessly free.....

Dying the undying death,
Painting on the graffiti,
Knowing there's a heavenly call,
Death will give me the locker's keys.

Hanging on the wall's corner,
Scratching the painted graffiti,
King was now no more,
People lauging at him, Saying- Ohh!
And Now the man's dead, we'll uncrown him, :) Close the palace's door.....  

The Soul crying in the insider,
Telling the truth to the world,
Ain't the man to rule and write,
He did everything just to let it unhurt.

The voices then peered the heart's of the people,
The teardrop went in air, It dramatised the scene,
-What would the world would've been,
If the man would've been a Soldier dying on his knee,
For the family he would've been keen.....

THE SCENE AGAIN SHATTERED

It all then reversed,
The point was again of the king to rule,
Coronation at the Breaking Dawn,
People once again heading Down.


Now the king smiled,
It all reflected in his eyes,
What he wanted to be,
But just the time went off,
He'd lost the locker's key.....:)