This poem was posted at the initial stages of my blogging.I feel it as a topic to link with poets united, so I repost here.
There lay the lad in tattered clothes
In despair high, with shattered dreams.
Movement was unable with body impaired,
To be on life and limb was hard, as desired.
Despite the ban and barriers from the elders,
Marched forward, he to the battalion of soldiers.
When he found himself in uniform of condition,
Got fulfilled his ‘long cherished ambition’.
Enthralled by the cream of words 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 always had reached.
Fought he very tight, with might in the field,
The foes of stature huge, the country, they fled.
Fearing to save from this youth, their ‘self’,
The attackers had showered big fall of shells.
That unkindly put this very brave in hell,
And went on tolling, the dreadful death- knell.
The death-bird flew down flapping the wings
Making a sound with a 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.
The kin’s sorrows could stop, words of no magic;
Mourning echoed around on the mortal martyr's.
Will recover from gloom, his lass and parents?
It may ensue barely,but they will bear pride patriotic.
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sarala
There lay the lad in tattered clothes
In despair high, with shattered dreams.
Movement was unable with body impaired,
To be on life and limb was hard, as desired.
Despite the ban and barriers from the elders,
Marched forward, he to the battalion of soldiers.
When he found himself in uniform of condition,
Got fulfilled his ‘long cherished ambition’.
Enthralled by the cream of words 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 always had reached.
Fought he very tight, with might in the field,
The foes of stature huge, the country, they fled.
Fearing to save from this youth, their ‘self’,
The attackers had showered big fall of shells.
That unkindly put this very brave in hell,
And went on tolling, the dreadful death- knell.
The death-bird flew down flapping the wings
Making a sound with a 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.
The kin’s sorrows could stop, words of no magic;
Mourning echoed around on the mortal martyr's.
Will recover from gloom, his lass and parents?
It may ensue barely,but they will bear pride patriotic.
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/
sarala
