In the Battlefield

"Fire", shouted my commander,
Reluctantly, I pressed the trigger.
A bullet rushed out of my gun,
And struck a man, before he could run!


He fell on the ground,
Lightly, without any sound.
He was lying dead,
On the blood stained, grassy bed.


To me, he was unknown,
May be a poor woman's son,
Or father of an innocent life, may be.
Had I the right to kill he?


Now, I am ready to rest,
As a bullet has already struck my chest.
At my town, my fiancee is waiting for me,
To meet her, my fate will not allow me.....