Oh son! Dear son!
What a joyous day, when you were born!
Bugles and conches filled the air;
Hustle and bustle of all who cared!
Mother’s blue-eyed baby,
Father’s delight and joy!
Of Grandparents’ – you were,
The cherished, treasured toy!
Every day was a miracle,
Watching you gently grow;
A nurtured, coveted flower,
Like the sun aglow!
‘Twas pride that filled our hearts,
When to serve the soil, you set;
A proud and well – groomed soldier,
To pay your country’s debt.
Forward you walked so princely,
With a radiant, beaming face,
Confidence exuding,
No fear of foe, nor trace!
You fought and killed the enemy,
From within the trench;
Until your being soaked,
With sweat and blood – all drenched!
Resigning to the rival?
No furtherest any thought;
Although your shoulders sagging,
Ambushed enemies you sought!
Jubilant at your victory,
Your spirit still ablaze;
You relentlessly marched along,
Brilliant was your gaze!
You staggered forward in triumph,
The crown of victory was thine;
Oh! That fatal moment,
When you stepped on the mine!
My pretty bloom! My baby!
In a wink of an eye you were gone;
Tendered and nurtured in vain,
My delicate, darling son!
😞😞😞😞😞…. and this made me cry…. in the blink of an eye you evoked emotion and sentiment….
You are brilliant!
Wow, very touching and patriotic indeed latika. Awesome as usual. Loved it.
Brilliant 👏
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A beautiful and fitting tribute to martyrs.Brought a lump to my throat.