Monday 4 January 2016

Medals of pride

Garlands of gunshots on brave hearts
Not they wished for.
They did, for their fellow men's breath
To smell the fragrance of life,
Burning like fireflies,
For keeping the fire of warmth to light up many a home.
Cries of their beloved and little tender hearts they buried within,
And walked away to find their graves,
Without a waning wink from the nation's pride.
Threats of thundering wrath break bones, but not the springing spirit of the soul struck soldier
Triggering thirst of power the devil moves
Mightier is the mind of the men in uniform
Dare they let them reign
Pouring out pain in their hoping homes
They pour in hope into frightened souls.
Shame if our lips, their names in pride if we don't  mutter
For lives they serve their countrymen on a platter.
Jai hind!


5 comments:

  1. Subha its heartening n must say wa vivid

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  2. Subha its heartening n must say wa vivid

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    1. It pinches too Hema and the scenario remains the same. It is time to draw the curtains down. Well, that's left to time. Thank you for reading.

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  3. and worst is when they politicise the whole scenario. a bunch of illiterate aged uncles playing with emotions and hearts. ruthless

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    1. The senseless vs the sensible is constantly at war. This is going to take a while but the point is life whisking away like whiffs of breath and it doesn't seem to matter.

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