The Warriors - A Tribute To Our Soldiers

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Born with chastity,
And the same innocence,
Raised into men,
With explicate motives,
Glory and prestige personified;

 Treading forth,
With heads held high,
A purpose, an intend,
A resolution, a vow,
A country to cradle,
The land they die for;

 Gut wrenching is the sound,
Of the shooting guns,
Heart rending is the tumult,
Of the hurtling shots;

 We smile, we cry,
Adventures we enjoy,
A life we live,
Are all but,
A largesse, a bounty,
And a bequest,
Lent to us,
By the sons of our nation,
The brave hearts and fighters,
The warriors!

Comments

Unknown said…
Read after so long, so beautiful n nice description abt the soldiers . Highly Appreciate the thought n write!!
1 January 2015 at 04:49
Manish Purohit said…
Very tenderly captured the essence...appreciable effort. Keep the good work on.
2 January 2015 at 10:50
S.S said…
To hear back from readers is always encouraging....appreciate....thank you Manish Purohit :)
10 January 2015 at 17:29
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