April 29, 2017
Martyr
Donno why
Eyes that were dry
Now, moist, swell
Tears ready to roll
Tell myself, well
No, not now, behold
Time to recourse
Replan and avenge
Not one amiss
Deep, take plunge
Bring Dance of Death
all who earned my wrath
not someone who cried
Am Soldier with pride
Hail motherland
Kill those bad seeds
Who in our soil
Breed like weeds
They Shalt not live
Another day in peace
My friends shall sweep
Them all like breeze.
2 Comments
Superb one sir, proud of u.. not just words they are, inner feel.
Immensely pleased and highly motivated.
Thank you Aparna.