A Homage To Capt. Vikram Batra Poem by Ramyata Verma

Oh the spirit of Capt. Vikram Batra, I ponder
must've been of a lion so fierce, no wonder!
The zeal unmatchable, soul so gritty and giddy,
these virtues; how eagerly, oh lord!
I need to be absorbed somewhere in me.
He has gotten mighty waves of the ocean,
gushing through his veins;
without any internal worries or commotion,
when his life on its way to death,
senses the smell of victory
which vapourizes along with his soul,
to the heaven above, in his humble livery.
No guilt or burden;
innumerable pure blessings of his countrymen,
mourning his martyrdom.
That is what I aspire for;
and you, oh captain!
have awoken in me,
the real enthusiasm of repaying my motherland,
on which i have been born and bred;
and am responsible for never letting its glory fade
but shine brighter than the new morning sun's blaze.
because oh captain!
after all in the end
you didn't die, at all
your deeds have left behind their imprints;
as close to immortality,
you have created a thousand others, yourself;
wishful to bring accolades even somewhere near you;
in your beloved country.