Dampness Didn't allow Burn in full flames Smoulder smoke Rising high In the sky Observed far and wide There something Burning so long Never seen That end before Let's go Let's see What's up there Oh, a life there Entrapped On an island Turned miniscule River stage Rising fast Clouds hitting The mountain Upstream Bursting to vanish Zoom mobile cam Snap snap Half naked Dishevelled hair Sunken cheeks Sunken eyes Protruding ***** teeth Dark brown man Help help helpline Location sent Photos sent Army chopper Brave army men Lifted him A bunch Of damp twigs Billowed much smoke Dry wouldn't have been Of much use Sluggish things Not always bad Bad habits Sometimes do help Smoking made Light the twigs And the Front Men Saved a Last Man
Last man = Antyodaya man This poem is about a poor man entrapped on a small island almost submerged in water due to flash flood in a river due to cloud burst on an upstream mountain. He could collect damp twigs and light smouldering smoke billowing fire signalling for help. Nearby people noticed unusual smoke and came to his help. He was rescued by the army with the help of a chopper.
I dont care who you are, please speak ill of the men and women that walked through hell that carried on as their family fell that gave everything to include their lives so you might sleep in peace at night. Go ahead, speak ill, so we may serve you, so we may silence you.
If you served or are serving you know the frustration of knowing people who will never understand, who will hate you for what you do.
The wind bellows: Unrelenting, pounding, cold. A dog barks, sending sharp shivers down my spine. Lying on my front my nose presses against the mud, It's earthy smell filling my nostrils. Footsteps quicken; voices rise, the taste of salty sweat on my brow. They've found me. Reaching for my revolver I grasp it firmly, assured at last. A single shot fires, it's echoes piercing the night as the thirsty ground soaks up my blood.
What happened is certainly enough to appall. I'm in the Army and I was forced to go AWOL. I am disgusted by what happened and it's hard to believe. Even though my brother was dying, they wouldn't give me leave. I wanted to see my brother one last time before he died. I plead with my superiors to give me leave but I was denied. When it came to my late brother, I thought the world of him. I went AWOL to be by his side and to tell him that I love him. Now I'm facing a Court Martial, I'm in trouble indeed. They turned their backs on me in my hour of need. Now they're treating me like I committed a horrible crime. But at least I was able to tell my brother that I love him in time. A Court Martial and time in prison are what I'll probably receive. But my superiors were cruel and despicable for not giving me leave.
I go for morning walk As I reach the other end Of a farm road Army is on recruitment drive Shoulder across The National Highway Barricaded for lads Of the land To stand in line For physical fitness test In University ground Lads try their luck They are ready To shed their blood In the name of the nation Without fear and hesitation In return for paltry Regular sums They have been sent By their brave mums Daughters-in-law one day They would bring There's a marked difference Between present day lads And lads of the yore They are smarter, intelligent and more qualified Maybe more than their recruiters