Dreams I have
As do others.
A soldier in fighting gears.
As brave and resolute as my hero,
Vikram Batra serving his country.
Undaunted as he was
A fearless stallion
Fighting till his last breath left him.
Vikram will be back in me.
In the frontiers, in the battlegrounds.
Determined as ever, alert as ever,
Dreadful as ever to enemies across the borders.
I know there is a bullet that carries my name.
But life, a drop on a lotus leaf.
I don’t care as Vikram didn’t.
I will purify my motherland with my blood,
Every inch of it, every living being living in her lap.
Death,
A soldier is never bothered.
A newer Vikram, a braver Vikram,
A more fearless Vikram
I shall represent the nation with my blood.
I shall end up as a tornado
To collapse the enemies’ edifice.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
