Dead Soldiers Poem by Amar Agarwala

Pause a while when you pass this yard
For here is where dead soldiers stay,
They gave up all they had in life
That you may have this wondrous day;

Brave men they were with gallant hopes
True patriots till they were slain,
Perhaps you could a blossom lay
To say their deeds were not in vain;

In deep slumber these heroes lie
Nay aloof to the world of men,
I wonder what would be of them
Should these men ever rise again;

To see a world of glory shorn
Their days of honour dead and past,
A world now full of shameless men
Who roam around in rueful cast;

The art to cede bereft and gone
And valour now a piteous plea,
No wonder men in shambles lie
Nor brave hearts they would ever see,

The martyrs' grieve with saddened hearts
Their shattered breasts that bleed once more,
With souls butchered thus countless times
When, mortal baseness comes to fore.
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