In the jaws of death
A few brave men stand
A pledge to do or die
For their motherland

A body that is wrought
That knows no heat or cold
But deep within their soul
There lies a heart of gold

When the harsh winds blow
They leave the loved ones ashore
Somebody's father, somebody's son
Is dead in the land of gore

Each soldier fights to win
And dies a death hostile
In the arms of his mother
He's submitted with a smile

The haunting eyes of a widow
How much do tears cost?
We may never know her pain
When a precious life is lost

A fleeting thought for those
Who take the bull by the horns
We sleep on a bed of roses
While they perish in the thorns



The Story Behind

This poem is dedicated to the army and the soldiers who are the true saviours of our country. They are the real life heros and the loving sons of their country. They sacrifice their lives so that we can breathe freely. They live their life on the razor's edge. Everyday for them can be the last day of their life. They have to leave their loving family when duty calls. The ultimate sacrifice comes from the lonely family of these brave sons who are proud of his achievement and the tears which flow from their eyes are not due to grief but are of pride at their son's feat.

I named this poem Fleeting Thoughts because that is the way we think about these soldiers. We seldom think of them. By taking time of your supposedly busy schedule, this poem tells you to remember at least once in a while the ultimate sacrifice of these soldiers.