Then hurled from the front
Like wolves their eyes red
Bleeding blood of vengeance
Upon no one but the one
Who stood in front be it the stone
Chested for the rain of leaded nickel
Bullets were told to pierce straight
Vitals of whatever now the enemy
The brave took it head on
Cowardice for the mother back
Child proud and beloved who shall
With fingers dyed in blood rub her chin
Call of duty laid the brave soldiers
Turned berets for the emblem to shine
On motherland for the faith to protect
Let the soul fly high in the skies
Of the young child once played
Games of love and while catching
Fireflies that flieth back on that day
The cold blood dripping down the ail
Shall that be the roses for the one
Treading the path in search of martyrdom
They do not know who shall win
What they won was the enemy with in
Be that the statue of patriotism
Of lesser ideals proclaimed some where else
Across the hard stony walls of barracks
In the dark environs of warm paces
The soldiers laid their lives on that day
With out names there shall burn a flame
In their memory waiting for some loves
Laying wreaths in remembrance for them
13/11/2009
Dedication: To the seventeen soldiers who were killed in deadliest encounter with terrorists on 12/11/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem