An Ode To Brave Warrior From A Bleeding Pen!

Who thou not ask the words of warrior Do you know the pen of mightier field It's the blood that flows through my pen But I write the lives of many brave soldiers Who though not lay dead or wounded in battle field Who thou not ask the words of warrior Do you know the pen of mightier field! Who thou not ask the lives dead Why have you been bleed to death? Why you lay dead in the battle field? For you came with a golden spoon in mouth Where every one rejoiced on your birth But today, here I see you bleeding to death Who thou not ask the words of warrior Do you know the pen of mightier field! Who though not ask the mother Whose wounded son lying in battle field Withering in pain and agony just waiting for embracing death. For every single wound in your body or in your heart Your mother shed a tears of rain Who thou not ask the words of warrior Do you know the pen of mightier field! Who though not ask the lives that lost Fighting for ones country they lost Where the person lay trapped in horrors of death If there had been no war You would have lived a longer life more than me And peacefully you may be slept under soil. Who thou not ask the words of warrior Do you know the pen of mightier field! What to ask my dear pen I am mere a spectator in the battle field Though my heart can cry with pen to bleed But the pain you and your loved ones went through I can never take! Why the war, why not love and peace? This poem is dedicated to all the people Who fought like a soldier Though a battle field not necessary Though recognition not necessary Winning not necessary Loosing not necessary But to all who took a brave step in their life! Who fought for others and for themselves in their life. I salute them with my heart! ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014