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Leadership
The three most important qualities of a good leader are…… Wisdom, Courage & Compassion !!
Guroor
There is a thin line between pride and ego……….., that one should be conscious about !!
Khairiat
SOLDIER BRAVE
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
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
KHUSHI
Some Urdu Poems from Jassi Chopra
These are some video clips posted on facebook.
PACHTAWA(Repentance)
The ongoing Pandemic has struck a chord in human mind that perhaps we have been too liberal with the creations of God, exceeding the limits of set planetary boundaries and resulting in this unprecedented disastrous event of the Century. The subject poem seeks to describe our present helpless state and, perhaps a feeling of remorse, with the hope that we shall be more sustainable in our dealings with Nature’s endowments in future.
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The question of ‘destination of our lives’ may have bothered some of us. Based on our own perception, each one of us sets out with a sense of purpose to attain our ‘ Manzil e Maksud’ of life. We do reach somewhere but only to realise that life is more of a journey than a destination. Here is a short poem from my Lockdown Diary for my friends. A first attempt at a video, hope it shall appeal you. Enjoy !
(Headphones recommended)
http://https://youtu.be/QrTnUkSHUc8