The night bows out tired; in rushes reddish new dawn
What is ahead in store for him, knows not he forlorn;
From afar a bird chimes a broken welcome note mourn
To the light that shakes up at the distant horizon!
He wipes away the cobwebs of his hung over thoughts
Sticky wet, like the last drying silent tears spots…
His bugle of duty calls; beckons to take up arms
He must put on now his myths, wear the attitude calm;
The mountain paths lie ahead await the grind of rams
Those grief laden story wheels must roll on unalarmed!
Hail the country, hail the flag! He is one in a swarm;
His feels, he must forgo; his freedom in chains unarmed…
-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-
29th October 2010
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 1:58 AM UTC
The night bows out tired; in rushes reddish new dawn
What is ahead in store for him, knows not he forlorn;
From afar a bird chimes a broken welcome note mourn
To the light that shakes up at the distant horizon!
He wipes away the cobwebs of his hung over thoughts
Sticky wet, like the last drying silent tears spots…
His bugle of duty calls; beckons to take up arms
He must put on now his myths, wear the attitude calm;
The mountain paths lie ahead await the grind of rams
Those grief laden story wheels must roll on unalarmed!
Hail the country, hail the flag! He is one in a swarm;
His feels, he must forgo; his freedom in chains unarmed…
-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-
29th October 2010