My heart and soul stared at a grave,
It was of a soldier who was very brave.
He loved his country very much,
And he belonged to a family of Dutch.
Around the corners and in every square,
He was searched everywhere.
As he took his last breath,
After a while he was dead.
He was smart and clever,
He will live in our hearts forever.
He was a soldier very brave,
My heart and soul stare at his grave.
Mridula Gupta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-and-soul-stare-at-a-grave/
