Sacrifice Your Life But Keeping In View Your Family Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sacrifice Your Life But Keeping In View Your Family



It is good to sacrifice one’s life for the motherland
But think it,
Who will look after your family
When you will be no more?

To be patriotic and nationalistic,
Blind in one’s feeling of devotion and dedication is good,
But not excessively,
As the leaders who lead the movements slip away from

And meddle with the crowds to hide in or escape
Any mishappening or occurrence,
Take they oaths before coming to power
And vanish out of sight.

Today they will place the wreaths before your photo
Calling you a great soul, son of the land,
Everywhere there will be the admirers of yours
But posthumously when no more.

When no more in the world, they will remember you instantly,
For the time being, taking your undaunted bravery
And sacrifice that made you
For the nation.

From a commoner turn you into a hero of national fame,
But when the time envelopes in more days,
They will forget you
And record you not.

The country will remember the leaders in terms of chiefs,
Premiers and Presidents,
Not those who struggled, suffered and sacrificed
Their lives for the nation.

It has been said, too much devotion is a but a sign of the thief’s,
So say I,
Why do you call yourself a dedicated and devoted sepoy
Of the nation?

Let the leaders take the rifles and gun and light on the borders,
Let them click their fiery tongue and spew fumes,
The rhetoric is not the thing
That I have come hear from.

When you will be more, none will come to see your family,
The die in harness cases,
Your wife in white clothes will struggle to get her pension
After too much writing in the papers.

The treasury clerk too will take something as for calculation,
The new officer in the place of her husband will like to sign keeping in view
His friend’s wife, whose chair he is sitting on,
But the same office critical clerk will ask for something, take it for.

When you will be no more, your wife will come to feel it
She herself, you not,
Sacrificing your life whimsically in a craze for,
They pumped the balloon and burst you.

Now none but she herself feeling it how it takes time,
How do the files move,
In coming and going to office,
Making the slippers wear out?

You are not seeing as you had been blind in your devotion
And dedication for the nation,
Then the whole of the nation had been with you,
Now none is with me, only I myself, your wife.

Carrying your legacy and heritage, good things and bad things,
Whom to say to,
How Paglet or Hamlet had you been,
None but, but I myself know it,
Whom to say it to make you repeal the award?

The government did not give you the award in your life-time,
Now after your death, it is giving posthumously
As for your selfless services rendered
And after giving it, they will forget you
And your family.

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