There is no disagreement,
no mutiny, no desertion
Only a quiet acknowledgement
as the men get back to work
The signalman returns to his signal,
Throughout the day, he will never stop
relaying the events.
The sound of the oncoming horde grows louder,
Rifles crack, The horde is upon them,
assaulting the outer wall
The disciplined fire of the Sikh troops,
breaks the first wave of the tribesmen.
But they are like the sea, rolling back,
and rushing forward with even greater strength.
Bodies drop all along the killing field.
in front of the signalling post.
The sound of twenty rifles,
roaring against ten thousand.
But this time, it's not enough to break the charge
Shells pepper the rough hune walls
One of the signal company falls dead
Then the enemy is at the wall
Climbing, clambering up, determined.
A brief melee: Knives and swords, bayonets and rifle butts
They break the wave again, But this time,
There's Sikh blood in the dust, under the baking sun
The bodies of the fallen are carried into the inner wall
Each loss is a friend, one of only 21 holding the station.
and that number is dropping
Shouts are heard from outside the wall,
The tribe's leaders are promising the Sikhs
wealth, safety and positions of importance
All they had to do was abandon their post.
No man budges.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 5:28 PM UTC
The wild unforgiving landscape,
The perilous heat and,
The untamed sun.
A fools conquest the land was.
Dawn comes to the very boundary of the empire,
standing on the uncontrolled border.
A string of forts stretch long and thin,
covering the horizon with their power.
Dawn breaks as the men wash and meditate,
affixing there turban to begin the day.
Sensing a looming threat in the air,
the Sikhs man their posts.
Someone tells a joke to break the tension,
everybody laughs, but the feeling remains.
The lookout shouts about an enormous mass moving on the horizon,
The twenty-one takes their defensive positions.
At least 10 thousand tribesmen,
once there allies but now, in full retaliation,
descending on the forts with only the signalling post,
standing in there way.
The unit is piling up ammunition,
barring the gates to there tiny compound.
The signalman sends a tiny message,
"Can you send help?",
Only with a slight delay, "no".
The men in the unit gathered around their commander,
Ishar Singh, knowing fully that they could make a break for it,
Ishar then tells them calmly about what they are already,
in their hearts, are ready for.
They will stay and,
They will fight.
They will delay the oncoming tribesmen,
as long as possible.
They will buy the forts the time they need,
to call the reinforcements.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 3:36 AM UTC
Stand tall, don’t look down
You will fall
Windswept and spun around
We are small
I’ve been moving slowly,
Reaching out for you to hold me,
Keep on blinking at the moon
Know that I’ll be there real soon
And it’s a lonely, lonely world now
But that’s only for now
Don’t you understand my dear?
Hold on, for the end is near
There is nothing left to hide
When you’re helpless, waiting to collide
Through the flames, you’re by my side
We’ll go down together
Long guard the echoes
And our song will carry on
There is nothing left to hide
When you’re helpless, waiting to collide
Through the flames, you’re by my side
We’ll go down together
Immortalized
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC
I have been stuck at home,
Stuck for so long;
My thoughts a mess,
encapsulated as if there were no getting out;
I look out the windowsill,
onto the deserted pathways;
Wishing I could be the one,
walking blissfully down one;
Every day I open the window
wishing for a wisp of fresh air;
I then realize, reality itself,
and roll back into my cocoon;
I miss my friends,
I miss the sounds they made,
I miss the feeling
that came from being out;
My world is shattered,
My life wounded;
I wait for something new every day,
but, rest my head in much more dismay.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC