The Unknown Patriot Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

I found a stone of a deity or mortal, or of both,
Not in a temple or the basin of on Arcady,
What man or god was it? What maidens love or loath?
No pipes nor tumbrels and no untamed ecstasy.

But one about no official information heard,
And all the accounts on his honour, remain,
In the modern wisdom of a tale endeared,
Not a saint but pipe to the spirit, ode of tone.

Best he served the nation without leave,
Till he retired, whether peace or warfare,
Honest soldier as well as worker, never to grieve;
Satisfied all, with work and behavior fair.

Kind and lovable in his views, without hiss;
For charity always liberally and gently paid,
Highly loved by buddies and had their bliss,
Attended sermons by pundits, happy and unwired.

Bankers told that he the dews adieu;
Best in action and yoga was his happy dress!
Fully sensible for ever piping songs for ever new;
And loved the moves for a man fresh to express.

Mobile, LCD, car, refrigerator, he enjoyed,
Had he, caring opinion alike for old and young;
In peace, for peace, in war, for war deployed,
Back home with a wounded forehead, but sweet tongue.

Caring husband and father added two stars in sky,
In the temple always bowed to the sacred priest,
Was he free, happy and honoured? Or vain his sacrifice?
Oh no! When he departed all were in pain but least.