This poem was posted at the initial stages of my blogging.I feel it as a topic to link here.
There lay the lad in tattered clothes
In despair high, with shattered dreams.
Movement was unable with body impaired,
To be on limbs was hard,though he desired.
Despite the ban and barriers from the elders,
Marched forward, he to the brigade of soldiers.
When he found himself in uniform of condition,
Got fulfilled his ‘long cherished ambition’.
Enthralled by the words' cream from his dame,
He felt righteous himself to be a victor in his aim..
Though, great was his hope for meeting the kin,
This server, for his country, had concern very keen.
Excited he was with strength and spirit much,
Result, to the front of war he reached.
Fought he very tight, with might in the field,
The foes of stature huge, the country, fled.
Fearing to save from this youth, their ‘self’,
The invaders showered big fall of shells.
That put this very brave horridly, in hell,
And went on tolling, the dreadful death- knell.
The death-bird flew down flapping the wings
Spreading the sound of feeble hissing noise.
Moments, minutes and hours crawled,
Yet none could notice the lone young corpse.
The demise- bell chimed at the place of birth
Pauperizing the family with no more bread.
Wreaths, flowers and garlands were heaped
Upon his mortal that once stood in heights.
Words of no magic could stop the kin’s sorrows.
Mourning on the martyr's mortel echoed around.
Will recover,his parents and lass, from gloom ?
It may ensue barely,but they can hold head in pride.
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/
sarala
There lay the lad in tattered clothes
In despair high, with shattered dreams.
Movement was unable with body impaired,
To be on limbs was hard,though he desired.
Despite the ban and barriers from the elders,
Marched forward, he to the brigade of soldiers.
When he found himself in uniform of condition,
Got fulfilled his ‘long cherished ambition’.
Enthralled by the words' cream from his dame,
He felt righteous himself to be a victor in his aim..
Though, great was his hope for meeting the kin,
This server, for his country, had concern very keen.
Excited he was with strength and spirit much,
Result, to the front of war he reached.
Fought he very tight, with might in the field,
The foes of stature huge, the country, fled.
Fearing to save from this youth, their ‘self’,
The invaders showered big fall of shells.
That put this very brave horridly, in hell,
And went on tolling, the dreadful death- knell.
The death-bird flew down flapping the wings
Spreading the sound of feeble hissing noise.
Moments, minutes and hours crawled,
Yet none could notice the lone young corpse.
The demise- bell chimed at the place of birth
Pauperizing the family with no more bread.
Wreaths, flowers and garlands were heaped
Upon his mortal that once stood in heights.
Words of no magic could stop the kin’s sorrows.
Mourning on the martyr's mortel echoed around.
Will recover,his parents and lass, from gloom ?
It may ensue barely,but they can hold head in pride.
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/
sarala
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