when life turned like a war
and I was in a war field
no weapon to defend
rather my words to protect
I never wanted to get in
but my fate put me in
under the shade of my shadow
hundred lives found their shelter
my words of inspiration
was their source of respiration
my tear less eyes
wiped off their tears. ..
my fear less face
was their strength
unknowingly I was becoming like a patriot
who was fighting against his right enemy
at the beginning it was one
now it had multiplied
I was not allowed to cry
my tears may scare them
I was not allowed to scare
my fear'll shed tear from their eyes
I’m scared and I wanted to cry
but I can’t . . .
it was not my wish
but it is my fate
no one chooses a life of patriot
but something makes us as a patriot !!!
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Author:
nikhil PS (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Very interesting and thought-provoking. Good imagery. Excellent that the patriotic speaker does not cry, strengthening his fellows in his wake to stand firm against the foe. Beautiful visual image paired with it.
thank u. . .!!!
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