Taste Of Victory

The bugler casts a resounding spell Drummers sound the enemies knell Ready they stand with tightened belts, The clatter of armor and lances felt, Brimming they stood, emblem aglow With Godly grace their face's show Cue from thence, the horn is blown Then the ranging spear is thrown Drawn sword, the chieftain moves, Neighing steeds with surely hooves, Columns march to a pounding beat, Spirits rage in the moment’s heat, At home behind, the children knelt A lightening blow the swords dealt, Unrestrained their martial feat, Trampled on the million feet, Meet amidst in a scrunching grind Forsaken thence the home behind In a furious rain the arrows fly Enemy’s aghast by the battle cry Again and again it groups to try Woe to them! Their veins are dry Kicked up dust and heaving breath Spreads the veil of gore and death Quashed an smitten, blows to eat The enemy turns to run and retreat, Taste of victory on a parched lip But before our chieftain takes a sip He raises hands to praise the lord Thankyou GOD! Oh thankyou GOD! (Islamabad) (Vintage…from files)