India Gate Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

For whom burns it the flame,
For whom the cenotaph,
The war memorial
Who laid their lives during the World War
In foreign lands,
Who were they,
How were they,
Where from in India,
Can their descendants and heirs
Their tales of anonymous bravery
During that nondescript time
Of inaccessibility
Away from homes
Dying in foreign fields?

Their photos and images,
How to feel about,
From which place to where
Did they the Indian men
And how had it been compulsions
Forcing upon them
That they sailed for,
Went away to participate
In the Great War
So devastating and fatal
Where from returned they not
As those times not so like
The living present
Of global access and connection.