There are battles lonely,
Numerous at that;
And their aren’t many,
Who would pat us on the back.
The battle of getting up,
Everyday in the morning;
It’s such a tedious task,
The alarm rings without warning.
Another battle is at the breakfast,
Having the same thing;
The taste that would still last,
Till the lunch has been set.
Then most go to work,
The battle is there;
Many documents, many projects,
Stuff going on everywhere.
Then comes the battle at home,
Having to eat the same dinner;
Only if you could hire a chef,
He could make a worthy winner.
But all these battles are futile,
In front of the battles for the country;
Especially the soldiers who fight,
And try to save this sanctuary.
Also the battles of players,
Who for our country, devote their life;
They play that ‘one’ sport everyday,
Just to make us shine bright.
So let us respect them,
When we see a soldier or player;
So that we can admire the people,
Who, at times, are in our prayers.