Each day i go to bed clean,
is for me, a battle won.
Usually the day is mine.
I - Emerge - A Daily Victor !
Yet Some nights I go to bed - the loser.

Sometimes, my enemy changes tactics or
takes me by surprise,
Yes there shall be Battles lost,
But I try and think of them not as Battles lost, But Battles Gained & Lessons learnt,
And I Then fortify that area,
& Pray I may never weaken there again.
..
For..
I'm my Country
I'm my Army
Me - the Battlefield.
Mind and body,
Heart and soul.
Yet, also - I'm the enemy
I - its arsenal
Within me, it spies
Within me it strikes
But This war has No Rules
Nor Mercy
It's a A Fight - Unto Death
& there'll be no honor
Nor glory
No matter whose side 'Im' on.
Though, Yes ive a secret.
A weapon,
But if I wrote it - it wont remain so
would it ?
Question is
Should I be a patriot
Knowing The enemys in me ?
Who'll win ?
Me.
But then who will be the loser ..?
Me..

For I know whatever the outcome
The Loser shall be mercilessly slaughterd.
One will stand and the other shall fall.

Will or can I be able to destroy a part of me ?
I guess Yes, I will.
Else like a cancerous growth
I will devour me, my attitude.
Someone once said
'Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious'
I now know what he meant.
For Each day is a battle
Deep inside,I know
the War shall eventually be won by me
But I Wonder
The needlessness, the cost
For, the war,
Whenever won I wonder
Will there be anything left,
To live or have Fought for?
Yet, just for today I will fight.
& will keep fighting, Everytime,
To the last day
Till my last breath..
..or die trying...

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@sh