Baptism By Fire Poem by SUDEEP ROYCHOUDHURY

PART 1
The aberration of this moral world,
To the deathly Himalayan ranges,
Where the blood stained wheels of time,
Completes it's full cycle on our frosted torsos.

It was last night-
When the glowing torches and the crescent orb abed in the firmament,
Seems to me as silent and bare;
Beneath this welkin's cloak,
Me my troops march,
Hark! That yonder point-
Fire-
Huge loaded deadly cannons bare out its fatal teeth,
High raised billows of fire burn out these floating fleecy racks,
These winter droplets burn to smutty fire balls,
Bombard this metal heath;
One by one men were dropping dead,
Forward! !
Lie in dust as mortals fighting for immortality,
The blood streams through these earthy veins clogged,
Chocked the wheels of time-

PART 2
Through an arch of golden beams,
I see, gory visages begrimed with blood and mud-
The blood flows from a sanguine sabre,
Soils the scared sand grains of my motherland-

The vision of sordid shadowy images of death
Crawling, petrifies my soul-
I killed many men,
Knowing not who were they-
I ask - who am I?

A taper what a man life is,
Flame of whose is his Calibre,
But in dawn -
Shall leave its Chivalry.