By Raghvi Sharma
(Context: The poem serves as a delicate tribute to the motherland- India, its armed forces and a call for retribution amidst the ongoing geopolitical conflicts with its neighbours.)
Arose so drowsy 'midst the crack of dawn,
Came to ken the tidings of horror and mourn....
Tears streaming down o'er the grisly bloodshed,
Woe-begone at massacre en masse with drastic so dread...
Ruffled our calm by unabating frequency,
Past are the days of bygone laxity and clemency....
Ceased is the era of stoical forbearing,
Naught a deed of thine art bold nor daring....
Thine whispers of havoc shall end draweth nigh,
The day cometh soon, thou shalt yearn sigh....
Beneath the masquerade of innocence with all the candor,
Known to all thy repute fraught with slander....
Men-at-arms of stately grace with fervent loyalty,
No needeth Crown'd heir or Regal scion, they art ours royalty....
Wretched our souls become upon harkening of slain,
Melancholic howbeit rekindling fealty in every vein....
Their noble perishing shalt ne'er be flung upon gales,
Bequeathing eternal trace to bairns through hallowed tales....