The Bloody Salute : This poem shows the plight of a bruised and battered soldier, on the battle ground, his bravery, and his last emotions.. here it goes..
Through the woods,through the nights,
Someone's there,someone to fight.
Like those feary soldiers do,
those of them are so few.
and one of them, this one, in here
arms bruised,filthy hair,
lies on knees,Death To Stare
still with all the might he has
and still with all the might he can,
reaches his head with his hand
just to salute his motherland..
Sarthak Batra
7th June 2008
Through the woods,through the nights,
Someone's there,someone to fight.
Like those feary soldiers do,
those of them are so few.
and one of them, this one, in here
arms bruised,filthy hair,
lies on knees,Death To Stare
still with all the might he has
and still with all the might he can,
reaches his head with his hand
just to salute his motherland..
Sarthak Batra
7th June 2008
