An American Soldier to a Dying Afghan ******************************* How blessed was my bullet that gave me a chance, To have an enthralling glance of a dying warrior.
This blissful smile on your face, This stream of blood from your chest; This Divine aura prevailing all around, As you are moving to your final rest. The fire coming from the barrels of my gun, Has burnt hundreds of men, women and babes. I curse my stars, as I never saw before, How the brave purify their souls; In the pool of their own blood, When they go to meet their Guardian Lord. Before you close your eyes to leave this world, Look at me.Oh the warrior ,the pride of this land! I place my gun at your feet, And take yours in my hand; To carry forward your sacred goal, And to die an enviable death like you. I wish my mother, wife and children, May join the ranks of those; Whose sons, husbands and fathers, This my cruel gun has claimed. ******************************* Dr. Mustafa Kamal Sherwani, LL.D. President, All India Muslim Forum, Lucknow, India Email: [EMAIL PROTECTED] com Send instant messages to your online friends http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com
