Border Aims- Broader Arms Poem by Bhanu Siva Krishna

Stabbed with swords
Eternally prayed to gods
Harmed by leopards
pricked on spinal cords

Glittered with bloods
Framed and flamed by feud floods
Warfare as the fairest
And hostility as an honour

This is the simply a brief of a spectacle
Bonded from the firearm of a soldier
And sculptured as the skeleton of statue made of sanctified sand
This snag made can rupture at any time and be followed by every shadow.

This is a stunning and spanking ballad of a soldier ever imagined.
It will be a lip-smacking and nerve-smashing chauvinistic salad
This is too far from heart of smiles
And very close to an art of similes.

This poem epitomizes that war is an aim
Warfare is a die hard situation
War land is the direst destination
And vendetta is a never ending prolongation.

As in a chronological order of alacrities ages
We start with young school going pages
As a student have loads of evolved notions
And they were copiously floated and immersed in pure oceans

In 1899 December 27, this fire armed soldier was just born
He was beat on his shoulders by the nurse to see him crying
But he did not cry even after beating for 10 long minutes
He was just relaxed as switched off all his senses

Now after 15 minutes, tears drizzled from his eyes
Where there is some wetness on is eyelashes
And there he saw the T.V program which is showing the bomb blast
And his tears formed the shape of Indian map on the granite.

On that day only he was named as Siva Krishna.
His father's and mother's names were Ipsa Samaran and lakkati Vengamamba.
He was the lone child for his parents,
and the youngest of all his relations.

He was born in India with a normal dark complex skin tone
And in next 365 days he was 366 days grown.
He was asked to choose one object knife or pencil
As it is an Indian custom to make children go over the god shown path.

But he went and touched the India's flag
And his beginning came to be the end of every dire ruled snag
He was turning from milk teeth to stubborn heat
And now the days depend on his feet.

He is growing up
Previously he used to eat cerelac in a cup
Now he is finishing a glass of milk in a sip
And he is now counting a day more for his birthday on his finger tip.

Now 1906 December 27, after 12 hours
His age is going to be 7 years
His family is planning to celebrate his birth centenary in a lavish venue
And the country chief was the prime guest of the gaieties.

All the guests were welcomed with heralds of high ecstasy.
Two days back it is Christmas
And 120 hours later it is going to be New Year.
And now this celebration is going to be gala amid gold bars.

And the carnival had started
And caramel showers were impelling out.
Now his father had gifted him a pen coated with pearls.
He liked it so much after opening the gift pack.

As it is the ripe childishness
He used to feel that every theme
Disclosed is a treasure.
And he used to trial on every hidden matter.

While the dinner, he said to his dad
That guava seeds are 0.2mm maximum
But the seeds of watermelon and papaya are larger in size.
And his dad with sneer replied that larger the foot, lager the shoe.

At the age of 7 years he did value that much
As Siva in turn replied, larger the knowledge larger the solution
Larger the valor, larger the fervor
Larger the ardor is, as larger is the aspiration.

His dad's spoon had suddenly fell on the table
The grains on the plate jazzed with vibration
The doves on the windows flew over the flakes
And the hall fillers became speechless.

In 1910 his is 11, entire family is sleeping,
He kept his wrist on his heart.
His dad took his hands
And in a sudden his shoulders were shrugged.

Dad: Hold up your wrist tightly
Not that much tightly your fingers will sting
Son: Hold up should suffocate the atmosphere
Otherwise nature will declare us as pale.

Dad: Do you know that your wrist
Is as much as your heart?
Son: dad tell me something new
Out the most amazing and astonishing few.

Dad: world is as canvas
Destiny is a palette
Desires are colors.
And finally life is an art, design the paramount.

Son: I want to become something
Let me earn my own respect and regard.
Dad: Than what will u do now?
Son: explore and evolve.

Son says dad I remember
On my 6th birthday you presented me a gift.
Every year later the gift is becoming bigger and better.
So, now I don't want better but the best.

If I open a gift pack
I am seeing a wonder
but, if I open the clouds
I can touch the thunder.

I want to go a world tour
and to modify my every lure.
Maharashtra to Melbourne
Jaipur to Jamaica

Jharkhand to jersey
Himachal to Hamilton
Lakshadweep to Lanka
Kerala to Cape town

Shimla to Sydney
Manipur to Malaysia
Antartica to Karnataka
Andaman to aucland

Ameerpet to Antarctica
Pune to Portugal
Sikkim to Singapore
Warangal to Washington

Andhra to Argentina
Telangana to Trafford
My bliss should be visible.
my claps should be audible.

My fun should me feel able.
My oaths should be honorable
My attitude should be amiable.
And finally my behavior should be respectable.

This is my aim
This is my ambition
This is my desire
And even my soul and whole collaborated dream.

And now with your permission
I want to entire my emotion
I want to surround the all borders of oxygen
And I want to make my sign as the LOGO of respect. He leaves to world.

He visits all the countries as he wishes to.
Finally after he returned to his palace with new hopes
He father sees him and marches slowly towards him
He thoughts of hugging him with love but he just gives a smirk smile.

And now his dad tells him to become a poet like Kahlil Gibran
With rich opinions and intense logics and similes
Or to get inspired from William Wordsworth
And describe the world suffocated nature and become an another nature poet.

Siva in turn replies that his goal is to get respect and gratitude
And not all popularity and getting boastful and rude
His dad Samaran throws the Broccoli into the water pool
Which he is eating with lot of hunger

And with a frame of emotion he asks what his carrier ambition is
Then Siva inturn replies that he want to become a soldier for his nation
As he saw the entire world in the womb of his nation
And the emotions of burning ways on the palm of his mother land.

He takes blessings from his father
Packs up his luggage with clothes and fruits with a diary
And leaves to army as a beginner of commanding
And makes his ways on days by forgetting his nays.

Siva never noticed that from today that far is not neared than heaven
Tarmac is not spikier than his way
Core is not deeper than woe and misery
War is incalculably grudger than any revenge.

He is as intelligent and as mind-controlled
As he can move one finger forward of left hand
And another finger of right hand backwards simultaneously
As 99.5% of oxygen respires cannot do in the galaxy.

Silence from the deepest oceans
Night time airlifts creating the outlandish notions
Gravity inspired from paper cones
Force left away from heart beat tones

Seconds were vanished
Minutes were forgotten
Hours were not considered anymore
The common unit of measuring time turned to be heartbeat.

Flags had fallen
Destinations were erased
And meters and miles were left untouched
Footsteps were the only remained destinations.

He believed that an innocent believes on walking
An out hearted person tries many ways
An intelligent recognizes the best way
But an over extra intelligent like him remembers that his feet are there till the doomsday.

(from this moment pronoun "I" symbolizes Siva the soldier)

I entered the battle field straight down like that
As I did not find the office room to take joining application?
No one told me good morning all are whispering to themselves
As they are fighting against sound pollution

I had stepped one of my foot forward
A colossal human bomb just 4 fathoms far from me
Had fell down as a carnival cracker
And I jumped far and realized borders are more precious than lives

And now I went into the action
Only thing I can touch is my gratitude
Only thing I am compacted with are my guts
And only sounds I can hear many of many known grudges.

It is in 1927, an hyper serious war ward
I felt I was dying hard
But I lived up to fight like a pard
And we soldiers had to pray to every existing lord.

That as it is our worthy need
To make sure we destroy every weed
And we burn our palms to plant a holistic seed
Which will low lean the life worth indeed.

We walk above the drizzle of tears
We stay awake till our eye see the torch bears.
We swim as navy into the flood of bloods
We fly with lusty wings of air force to the spectrum clouds.

We are sacred to see a sunrise
That it may chill our notions without being wise.
Because the temperature of burning ball sun
Cannot cope up to the heat of us as one.

We are direly frightened to walk into a moon light.
That it may blind our mantle burning vision of fight.
We want to rest our trees by killing few breathing poignants.
And we want to host our flag in bright cognants.

We never have fear to a day
That it may lead to our nay.
If desired, we will give our beat and breathe
Because our nation is who gave this notion and birth.

Finally the last shot is of mine in the spectacle
And I felt as I was playing a video game in my palace
Along with my cousins and there cousins.
Everyone came and lifted me up.

Took me them to their troupe straight away as a superior
And provided me in particular a lavish lunch
Accompanying with a jug of wine.
And granted me a coot to sleep and a coat to wear.

The next day fine morning
They requested me to tell a speech
For the evolution of O2 collaboration
And reduction of self destruction as I could do and did like this:

"Even, when there is no sun sight
When there is no moon light
When we are not aware of clouds height
And in a place where misery is a delight

From the day origin to night
From the dawn to twilight
To make the countrymen proud and our flag to fly as a flight
We ought to protect the nation and fight.

Even, when there are no clouds
Where there is no gravity
And where there are no trees
We have to stand upright and oath to our job.

Only at pledge we feel
As it is we,
But during the spectacle
I fight as it is only me for this entire layer

And to feel that I am surrounded
By only my self and there are no fences to stop me.
But I am there to surround
Millions of dreams and desires."

Soldiers appreciation: More than a trillion cones turn to craft few patriotic arts.
But, the voice of million of hearts,
The general target of billion of long darts,
Is to sizzle, stride, strike, sizzle and stubborn on strange oaths.

Mr.Major- much more than the most as massive
To collapse the fire fences and even set to die hard as pard and be impressive.
Your work pronounces worth and delight
And your prodigy proves you are stubborn from dooms day till twilight.

from the sigh of starvation
till the sight of a revolution
from the melting point of sentiment
till the boiling point of frustration you are the prime element.

You blocked yourself in bitterness
And you were blamed under grim saltiness
You were like sizzled on spices
But Major you sacrificed lots to see our country in sweetness.

And again same story few other war machines and vehicles
On to our tent houses with strident sirens
And this time we went and fought under the sea
And above the hopes of death

As I am not known to swimming
And swimming is not even introduced to me
But with my logics and knowledge
I made my enemies strive swiftly near an ice berg.

They thought of coming from down and bottom of a humongous ice berg
But the logical fact is an Ice berg is 10 times larger than it is visible
Under the sea level from visualized above the sea level
As I is rooted them before the months they reached the sea shore

We all Indians are safe and reached our stays safely.
And did an immensely great job for the country
Which even my dad appreciated me well enough
As never happened before. And now it is after 20 years.

ANCHOR IN CLIMAX:
I got to know, its shadow is courage,
When the worlds encourage!
I got to know, it is in a humanoid soul
Where billions of achievements over role!

This soul is having a dignified model.
It had completed to rebel.
For a chapter narrating championship
As a history rewriting battleship.

So now make your lips repel and shout aloud
And let the palms attract and clap allot.
And we are inviting Major. Shiva Krishna
The holy sun of our nation.

And now it's the time of an era to stand erect
And the nature to oath over divinity
And the elements to freeze and flew over as flowers on the stage
And Major. Shiva Krishna to speak few lines of his life and ambitions.

Major Shiva final speech:
We are globalized
We are nationalised
We are somewhat modernised
And little civilized.so it is good morning! Hence proved!

I learned that: A war is an epic.
But Indian's war is a bonded spectacle.
The common idea of million minds
And the common battle for billion hearts.

I went to the battlefield
with only one oath
and with only one belief.
And with only one promise.

That is "war is an aim
Warfare is a die hard situation
War land is the direst destination
And vendetta is a never ending prolongation".

But now I feel and tell "War is a conflicting combustion.
War is a noble construction.
War is a hearty creation
And war is a worthy cognition.

War is an evolution.
War is also an evocation.
War has an enormous size
And war takes an executive rise.

The real warfare begins
when the real soldier rises.
Where war might be a good war
in a good place against the bad people.

War is a frustration
War is a fine art
War is a legal right
War is liberty". That's all it is.

One more thing to tell is that
War never gives up,
These merits turned to be the- I mean
Turned to be the pagoda for Indians.

When we leave our gun.
we hold our guts.
But, when we loose this clarity,
we will get close to confusion then to cradle of death.

If we truly sacrifice our life
it means that we are really fighting for a cause.
Every light ray travel's as a bullet
Into our enemies bold bleeding palette.

My dad told me that "midnight misery is not a moonwalk.
But a dream of a spiritual sleep ways to a marathon run.
The tale of a tear
Can be shown only when there is fear

Walking on the shadows,
Is lamenting on the shade of windows.
Crying in the taros
Is rebelling with zeros".

I don't have any fear,
But I used to leave few drops from my eyes.
I used to walk on shadows
by taking someone as a guide or as an inspiration.

But I used to not lament on the floors
Because I used to take good decisions.
But the thing is that
which is somewhat acceptable to my dad's words are:

I used to fight from taros and bushes as a superior
But not used to be behind them with terror
In the same way In the whole combat I'm the only trooper
Who is not concerned to wear a bullet proof blazer.

And finally I am going to die today!
Are you all stunned silently and dazed?
After listening to my statement.
Might be? But this is factually true.

Newscaster cries "why? Why?
What's the reason by this foremost?
We cannot live without seeing your name plate written as late.
And our newspapers are going to be blank in the good news column.

Sir! Please speech out sir!
What's the dreadful, dismal and core crackling reason behind this? "
Now, I only will tell.
All news writers be ready with good pens

And check whether refill is proper or not.
And all the admirable audience
And amiable well wishers
Listen with open ears. Because I won't be there to tell again.

The black flags of hell are blazing with no dull
And are sending me an invitation to my skull.
This movement I might die
And a bright star plucks from the sky.

This is an oath of nature
Upholding me as the tsar monarch
Of all creations and paradise feuding demonstrations.
Not including the nasty dynasties.

Here today, the reason is not that I say
We all shall die one day
This declares as a dictator our nay.
And happily rests our souls in a holy bay.

It is truly that, breast openly speaking
One has to die -to be grasped in history pages.
One has to die -to be known by all global golden ages
And one has to die - to be a spur as early for the new prospect birds in fore aiming cages.

Now myself I am blocking my inhalation.
Because, there is no weapon which can kill me till date as known.
So make an order.For the future.
My last words "regards! Adieu! my nation, my family".

The wonder wars wounded, wrecked and wrinkled lid of drops
No area to see in this dis-lusted, leaned land to grow a happy crop.
Every visage shows cracks and frowns of war.
Every wise way with dis-honesty lifts up its squealed tar after the adieu of the noble royal tsar.

What more can you do as a good reader
Except once standing and saluting
As the pearl paths perish and become patriotic islands.
And as much as Africa's diamond ores desire to shine in India.

With ink of emotions
Showing frames of fire feuded flames
And assassination as an evil aspiration
To every kind, humble, gentle and meek reader of my poem.

He revealed that his days were
Recorded in a diary
With a password hint of 1^2,2^2,3^2,4^2,5^2
Which can be alphabetically broken into ADIPY as number series.

Signing off proudly and swanking that
"My name is Bhanu, the poet of this poem"
Telling that we all stay Indians.
And we are ever ripe fruits of one tree and born out from same soil.

And we save and serve
And not to let anyone starve
For food, water, hospitality or humanity.
And meek seek care to our heritage and prosperity. SALUTE BORDER!

Theorem of poem -better to fight for something
Than to live for nothing.
Warfare, victories, and soldiers come and go
But their changes and revolutions lead the life as my poem. Salute!

As I had promised to all my readers
I hope so, this time I give u a very first-class limerick
Don't feel it is a waste of time to understand this verse
But my marking logics, comparisons & language will be shown this time. I pray god!

From this touching tale the moral is that
Let us dominate the downfalls
Cowardice with courage, attentions with alacrity
and innocence with intelligence.