By Satyesh Bhaduri.
SOLDIER BRAVE
As the Soldier laid his head to rest,
An angel alighted on his breast,
Under a shady spreading tree,
In a dulcet tone she spoke sweetly.
Why so weary…Soldier Proud!!!,
Worried Mein and Shoulders Bowed,
You walked the land brave and tall,
Amidst thundering drums and Trumphet Calls.
The soldier answered her with a silent sob,
Soldiering is now just a job,
No glory..or glamour..no fame,
Keepers have died with the flame.
We joined with hope and spirits high,
Held high the head and let banners fly,
The Nation called..its people cried,
But spirits died and courage died.
The flags do flutter..the Anthem just a call,
And valiant soldiers yet do fall,
To finish the wars the people had made,
Dieing unmourned without a bade.
Die in Jungles..snowy white winter,
Storms and Freezing Winds do not bother,
Yet no tears are shed..no maidens weep,
But the soldier..SOLDIER ON..he has TRUST to keep.
No odes are sung, no people cry,
Who cares when Soldier Dies?,
In lonely lands..they breathe their last,
For causes forgotten and already past.
While the soldier is awake every night,
Asking if he has the right,
Writhing and Turning in silent rage,
Mourning the passing of glorious days.
A ghost Army marches past,
Steps dragging..eyes downcast,
Looking disdainful in silent scorn,
For is this why the SOLDIER IS BORN.
The angel..now she spoke her mind,
Tears in her eyes, her voice kind,
Grieve not,”OH SOLDIER BRAVE”
A thousand warriors shall spring from the Grave.
Soon again the Nations shall Rise,
Honour it’s dead.. The Brave and the Wise,
Your wounded heart will forget the pain,
The PHOENIX shall rise again.
The darkness now melted away,
Light and hope instead hold the sway,
The Ghost Army raised a mighty Cheer,
Lonely path seemed bright and Clear.
A Soldier’s work is never done,
Till the last enemy is on the Run,
Life and Death are simply defined,
TRUE SOLDIERS ARE BORN TO DIE.
My Humble Prize Awarding poem . Got appreciation..accolades and offcourse some prizes.🙏🙏🙏
Satyesh Bhaduri