Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Bronze Star - 2,274 Points (1-7-1959 / india)

Brave Soldiers - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Her brave sons on India, roar;
With short of weapons, but extra furor,
Those stainless steel frames roll,
That forced produce of their toll.

They have no leisure, cheer, calm,
Roof, food, love's gentle balm;
Always working for our safety, away from all dear;
Bearing nation’s pain and without any tear.

The plant they sow but others reap;
The wealth they earn but others keep;
The robes they spin but others wear;
The strong arms they make but others bear.

You sow plants, but let no Panwar reaps;
Make wealth, but let no Raja heaps;
Spin robes, but let no Maya wears;
Have strong arms, but let no Dawood bears.

Yow have plough, spade, loom and bomb,
But do not get grave, and dear ones build tomb,
And you have to weave your shroud,
But dear land is out of bound.

Always with a smile and voice cheerful,
warm and happy heart than no look or word can tell,
But the acts of treason and treachery make their eyes tearful-
Thanks, Brothers, sisters, dear nation, - and farewell!

But, O dear sisters, and my brothers,
This strong pulse tries me leave to others,
These lofty-snow covered hillocks hint of pains’ release;
The tasks we started but dark asks for peace.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 7, 2011



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