Sacrifice And Sonnet Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Allow all not to note and write
Rather to risk the life for fight,
The sky is busy with flying foes
Don't compose the song of rose.

Take the bullets gun and let all run
Upon the fields under terrible sun,
Terror peeps not like literary moon
And surely many to mourn soon.

Don't write but do what is right
And witness an adventurous fight,
You and your coffin are waiting
In history of glorious gory making.


Don't be a poet to pay homage
Is sonnet of sacrifice a garbage?