Ballad of an unsung hero
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
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Strolling through the woods on a bright sunny morning,
I was dreaming of a paradise, half asleep and yawning;
When suddenly I halted to hear a melancholy strain,
Wondering if it was a dream or somebody shrieking in pain;
I felt bewildered and a chill of fear ran down my spine,
Trembling with fear, I gasped for breath and sunshine;
My gait became unsteady, my ears still chasing the sound,
What seemed so uncanny was an old winsome lady, I found;
She was weeping and singing the ballad of an unsung hero,
Who left for his heavenly abode, a great warrior, a maestro;
Her words seemed so mundane, yet very powerful and unheard,
She chanted about a spirit that was auspicious and unconquered;
About the battles he had fought valiantly when he was young,
Whose passing away had gone unheard, unnoticed and unsung;
Who sworn to fight for his nation, sacrificed his life and lay
slain,
And got a medal as homage and a pension too meagre to sustain;
A soul whose sweat, tears and blood irrigated the battleground,
Could only leave an indelible impression on his family around;
We all are soldiers, with or without swords, I proclaimed,
So we ought to respect and honour the fellowmen, she exclaimed;
This isn’t a rustic fable but a thought to be pondered upon,
A retrospect of our sacrifice and of others we have known.
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1 comments:
Very touching..!!!
Keep it up :)
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