The treachery and love, how come,
Set their own rules to adhere,
Some cherished are, forgotten some,
Some always have to dread and fear.
No rules or guidelines left intact,
For those, who once made up their minds,
A fight, in which there is, in fact,
No benefit for whole mankind,
The dice are tossed and rules are known,
As judges are, all in and out,
They judge on grounds of their own,
Not giving benefit of doubt!
The treachery and love long last,
And set their own rules to adhere,
Some cherished are, some outcast,
Some always have to dread and fear!

They all come home, some dead, some wounded,
But never same, as been before.
Were there a chance, regret they wouldn’t,
They know what they are fighting for!
They did not do it for the money,
And neither for the fame it brings.
The army fights, they’re all in army,
And simply live with what it means!
They know they are on special mission,
They are protecting their Land.
Not everyone could pass admission,
For what they always meant could stand!
They all come home, some dead, some missing,
Their bodies’ torn, but hearts’ intact.
Though many preach, they wouldn’t listen,
If had to chose, the same would act!

Her ways would every heart make rattle,
Involved a lot and so unique.
Her presence everyone would flatter,
And instantly move up a league.
Her body is another matter,
So perfect and refined so much.
There are no simple angles at her,
And she demands that special touch.
Her eyes and Sun attract alike,
Her voice is beacon of the sea.
She’s always wanted, always liked.
There’s nothing else one’d want to see.
Her ways would every heart make tremble,
Not every heart could stand that much.
Are broken lots, and mine resembles,
Just one of many in the bunch.

A hard day’s night-
Is harder still.
Another fight,
And come what will,
The cards are dealt,
But trumps are rare.
It never felt,
That life was fair.
Although astray,
Some chance we stand.
We have to play
With what’s at hand.
And much is not,
How shame it is,
What we have got,
Another miss!
With time to creep,
Those win the race,
Who always keep
A poker face!

A thread behind each corner,
And tougher is the race!
The death for man of honor
Is better than disgrace!
Life’s a distorting mirror,
With its unfair means.
He’d rather die like hero,
Than live on broken knees!
Life tosses, throws and throttles,
With frequent troughs and peaks.
Become for good immortal,
Is never choice of weak!

It’s all about attitude,
The pressure, risk and pace!
Sometimes there is no gratitude,
Still must we win the race!
The risk is high
And chance is thin,
But don’t you cry
And you will win!
Sometimes it seems so difficult
Behold, yet to believe.
And hard work, not a miracle
Delivers the relief!
It’s all about confidence,
Respect and self-esteem,
And life is good an evidence,
That true can come a dream!