Tribute & Tears Poem by Nithin Jacob

True two face bound back on the screen
Awarded for scripting his story
Framed his work on a green wall
Staring through his glass read his creation
Long time ago there lived three militants
They stayed at home, shared their thoughts
His house was situated on hills, gave shelter
The militants were on a mission
To gift their life, to prevent aliens to enter
Country men spoke many incidents scripted on a little diary
Old men leaned upon his chair & turned the old pages in it
He remembered his family, doubts if they would come back
They all left him during a flood, in the 19th Century
Militants dressed up, bid bye to the old guy
They took blessings from him before going for the war
Next morning the old man read the title of his news paper
It said 'Freedom by Selling 3 militants'
Tears fell on his paper... was it a tribute for them...?
Memories never die... memories never die...