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Another dawn breaks, “Again the chilled border, Has gone red with terror” On my TV screen Olive green Uniforms shaded in brown, Lied on the stretchers, Some still, some wriggling with, Pain creeping to the core. You and me being safe at home Fought with each other, over The extra cube of sugar, That spoilt the taste of tea. We always grumble, castigate,abuse, Inside the safe walls of home. While those fearless men, Sleeplessly guard our borders. Salute to those brave men who, Forget their love and life for us, And go back home in coffins, Covered with a nation’s pride. Bullets pierced their body, splashed The warm blood, from their hearts, Flooded in the memories of their Loved ones, all far off. Salute to those mothers, sisters Wives, daughters, sons and bros, Who surrender to their loss, And say,” I love my nation, And I‘m proud, that my son, My brother, my love and life, My dad, lived for this nation, Lived for each one of you…" Let’s pity ourselves, you and me For, we forget them in a day, Sitting in our cool, cozy rooms, And argue over mean things Because we have no worries, When they are there to die for us, Not letting us to surrender, To the terror, fear and worry..
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
Ode to Olive
Another dawn breaks, “Again the chilled border, Has gone red with terror” On my TV screen Olive green Uniforms shaded in brown, Lied on the stretchers, Some still, some wriggling with, Pain creeping to the core. You and me being safe at home Fought with each other, over The extra cube of sugar, That spoilt the taste of tea. We always grumble, castigate,abuse, Inside the safe walls of home. While those fearless men, Sleeplessly guard our borders. Salute to those brave men who, Forget their love and life for us, And go back home in coffins, Covered with a nation’s pride. Bullets pierced their body, splashed The warm blood, from their hearts, Flooded in the memories of their Loved ones, all far off. Salute to those mothers, sisters Wives, daughters, sons and bros, Who surrender to their loss, And say,” I love my nation, And I‘m proud, that my son, My brother, my love and life, My dad, lived for this nation, Lived for each one of you…" Let’s pity ourselves, you and me For, we forget them in a day, Sitting in our cool, cozy rooms, And argue over mean things Because we have no worries, When they are there to die for us, Not letting us to surrender, To the terror, fear and worry..
DEDICATED TO ALL MEN AND WOMEN IN UNIFORM AND THEIR FAMILIES
Written by
prathibha-pradosh
Indian
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
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