How peculier is the law of life,
We live to ultimately reach our end,
With family and friends to look after us,
And our own wits to save ourself which in the end for us only defends.
How a small gash on our skin ,
Makes the river of our tears flow,
But someone out there on the battle field,
With amputed arms still thinks ,for the fight he is good to go.
Unknown to us, we sleep on our soft beds,
But someone for us , willingly with smile turns his body to shreads.
The pain to them is beautiful when they know they saved someone,
He is a martyred soldier, his love and power is the only thing which makes our nation one.
~VOD~
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Silence In The Storm
PoetryHello everyone, here I will be posting all the poems which I write. Not any particular genre, but I hope you all like it. I am not a proper poet, but I write as a hobby. Hope so you all can relate to the poems and show some love. All the poems post...
