Day On Battlefield

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
0 Altın Yaprak
It was a day on battlefield Fierce battle was on and ground firmly held 'Not an inch of holy land must be occupied' At any cost by enemy and must be repulsed We were told only previous day to move To go in for search drive and remove If they were found any where near our post To throw them back from their foot holds at any cost Country was at war with lots of anxiety Enemy was intending to capture and ready To occupy the land and then stake the claim For lost territories in past as sole aim Youngsters were told to enlist for military services They were reminded of their duty and promises 'To uphold the dignity and integrity' as sacred mission There was no other option left but to halt transgression We were firmly dug in when one shell came near by and exploded It had devastating effect and near by land was deeply holed We doubled the power of mortar and hurled grenades at troops They were inching forward to foil our attempts and stop 'Water, water' I heard the somebody's voice in pain The mortar had shattered his legs when he tried to gain There was immense fire power and I had to concentrate I rushed to him to provide some water much to the risk of my fate 'Hold back' came the instruction from the command post Consolidate and regroup as it is warranted and must We understood the scene and gravity of the situation There was no fun in holding it bravely for continuation I saw clear death in his eyes as the time was running out I was not in position to render any help but to turn about He was my helplessness and told me to go back without a moment I withdrew with all ammunitions but till the date I silently resent The war was over and we were all safe when final counting was over We were firmly in control of holy land and had provided safe cover There was nothing much be done except to cry over dead comrades There were true sons of land but now had gone away and faded I dropp few tears silently when go for any celebration It is more holy to have the peace than to live with strained relations Who benefits from the destruction and sale of weapons? Super powers gain as it is immaterial lost the ground or won?

Bu şiire çeviri ekle ·

Bu şiiri puanla

Henüz puan verilmemiş

Yıldıza dokunarak 1–10 arası puan ver

Yorumlar

Yorum yapmak için giriş yapmalısın.

Giriş yap

Bu şiire henüz yorum yapılmamış. İlk sen ol.

Sana daha iyi bir okuma deneyimi sunabilmek için sitemizde çerez kullanıyoruz. Kişisel verilerin KVKK ve GDPR kapsamında işlenir; hangi çerezlere izin verdiğini dilediğin zaman değiştirebilirsin.