Soldiers
Marching in line,
Expressions fine,
Uniforms belted up,
No time for tea cups.
Guns on shoulder,
Jumping over boulders,
Bullets in pocket,
Discovering unknown fate.
The soldiers marched,
With mouths parched,
Still no time for water.
Foods untouched,
Shoulders hunched,
Still the guns clatter.
Then suddenly the leader stops,
Heads of shorter ones popped,
Smiles floated as they understood,
That it's time for some food.
Little did the soldiers knew,
That the birds which above them flew,
Had messages for them,
About the coming mayhem.
Then the treat for death did came,
With loud bursts and flame.
The remaining food remained untouched,
Colour of water turned to blood.
Clanking bullets clanked and clanked,
The drenched soil became their resting bed...
- Raj Nandani
The poem here may not follow the rules of rhyming or may defy many rules at once,, but it captures the scene which emerges in my dreams perfectly.
The attacks on our soldiers have never stopped. It takes place, becomes big news, covers the big screens, arouses nationalism among many and again resides beneath other ones to be aroused again when something happens.
This process is needed to be changed and we, being the future of country, must start paying respect to all those who protects us. Also we should prevent the unnecessary drama over small issues which could be solved by smart talks and don't drag them to strikes.
Well these were my thoughts, I hope you were not offended. Also you all could express your opinion in the comments section of the blog.
Jai Hind.
Expressions fine,
Uniforms belted up,
No time for tea cups.
Guns on shoulder,
Jumping over boulders,
Bullets in pocket,
Discovering unknown fate.
The soldiers marched,
With mouths parched,
Still no time for water.
Foods untouched,
Shoulders hunched,
Still the guns clatter.
Then suddenly the leader stops,
Heads of shorter ones popped,
Smiles floated as they understood,
That it's time for some food.
Little did the soldiers knew,
That the birds which above them flew,
Had messages for them,
About the coming mayhem.
Then the treat for death did came,
With loud bursts and flame.
The remaining food remained untouched,
Colour of water turned to blood.
Clanking bullets clanked and clanked,
The drenched soil became their resting bed...
- Raj Nandani
The poem here may not follow the rules of rhyming or may defy many rules at once,, but it captures the scene which emerges in my dreams perfectly.
The attacks on our soldiers have never stopped. It takes place, becomes big news, covers the big screens, arouses nationalism among many and again resides beneath other ones to be aroused again when something happens.
This process is needed to be changed and we, being the future of country, must start paying respect to all those who protects us. Also we should prevent the unnecessary drama over small issues which could be solved by smart talks and don't drag them to strikes.
Well these were my thoughts, I hope you were not offended. Also you all could express your opinion in the comments section of the blog.
Jai Hind.
Ok then... Can u write a poem with some feelings of two lovers like they are in their dreamland and just imaging their future .... the poem of two lover who loves each other a lot that even the God and Goddess of love say the love these two love each other is the Incredible True Love .......
ReplyDeleteOkay, Rahul.. I will try my best to imagine the situation and write a poem on it as soon as possible. Although could not give you the exact time for it.
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