My Heroes Poem by Sathya Narayana

MY HEROES

Millions came; went millions...
but only few made fair names
for themselves!

Ever thought of those heroes unknown
who did their mite with diffidence
for the happiness of man common
and left us in total silence...
nameless; fameless; none sang paeans!

They are my gurus; my harbingers
and my anonymous kith and kin!

In the foot steps they did impress
I wish to walk with grim gumption;
head bent, fists tightened and fearless
in those grimy, untreadable warrens
and at last join their caravan!

On day well...I too will perish
in the same sense they did vanish...
nameless; fameless...yes...no thanks!