Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2016
Sun wasn't charming the artistry of horizon
Spirits began dripping down the urn of dejection
The core was baffling should I face it or shun
But ambience flipping, the atrocious ones had spun

Taken aback, fainted of the blazes and winds thrown out
Roars making the foes briefly feel they have lost it as the scout
acknowledged the squad's optimistic encouraging shout
Leaving the base now and climbing the air, glory was without a doubt            

You could be barely seen as you ripped the air apart
The confidence ascertained you'd hit even the covert as a dart
The armament away just a button of your electronic heart
Time to ****, intercept, perform the enthralling aerial art

The bandits neared as your cutting edge intellect beaconed
You were so camouflaged not their conscience awakened
The shot was fired and they got absolutely weakened
Conclusively the villains were done with and the rest frightened

As you came back to your motherland, in your hand was glory
We did you a salute as we too witnessed the whole quarry
The skies now cleared till the farthest making the earth calmed corey
And don't know why
But for me, serening the world will always be your story
Nikhil Kale
Written by
Nikhil Kale  Mumbai,India
(Mumbai,India)   
373
   Anukul Thete
Please log in to view and add comments on poems