Sacrifice Poem by Aftab Alam

A village, a great village, surrounded by mountains,
Singing dancing brooks from womb of mountains,
With its flora and fauna and many-many fountains
Fragrance of its own kind diffused in air to hearts,
One frail man said it is called the village of many caves,
Many people died, restricted movements; fear of lions,
Then one day a man with stick came to the cave villa,
So weak he was yet a brave man; heard and summoned,
Whole people and expressed his deep concerned, ,
I will fight for freedom; no one can restrict your move,
How long you all die like this? No; have to do something,
After three days again summoned to all and said, look,
Today night I will sleep with lions in their cave, save you,
He put his complete plan…..

When he will go inside the cave then they have to close
The door and will seal forever..

He went inside and they sealed the mouth of the cave,
He never came out, but instructed before, don't disturb me,
Otherwise they will get annoyance, I will have eternity,
Then onward no lions have ever seen in any part of it,

Suddenly lightening was seen and then I realized,
The old man has sacrificed himself—it is sacrifice