Pulwama attack
A Convoy of Vehicle,
A Convoy of soldiers,
On the way was brutally killed.
They were killed for no reason,
They were killed for greater reason too.
They were killed for their Love for Nation,
For their motherland they gave up
their precious lives.
Young soldiers were killed by ferine force,
by misguided old Nick,
On the way the brave hearts lost their lives.
The terror attack took the precious lives,
The Islamic baseborn Tribe,
The ignorant bigot.
The soulless corporeal hatred,
took the tearing Force,
A Mighty lion was killed by Venomous Ditch.
The Suicide Bomber at Pulwama District,
destroyed his own life to own a better life.
A misguided low-born chap dreampt of
a life of allurement and bewitchment,
A life of ultimate flowering of hex
and sex and spell,
After his demise in a place full
of fruits and veggies,
A bed to sleep with beautiful Belle.
The amputed Mind free from fontal root
encroached the Canton,
Seeking a place in heaven by
merciless butchery alone.
Lethpora became a bloody land,
People shocked at heart sought
pleasant suit of revenge.
Soldiers died for their Motherland,
Torn to pieces by a heavy detonating,
Really pathetic it was,
The death for the Heroes of the Nation.
But politics had different connotation,
Every Political Vulture Came from
Hidden Crater,
With Bilabial denotation They took stand
to praise the Heroes,
In confused rhythm praised the Militants
Mellowing their misdeed,
From Terrorist He became Militant
Who had no choice except being a suicide bomber,
Some Came as swarm of Bees
Killing the moral of the country,
getting support from inspired
scholars of Beelzebub.
India became a land of anti-social
and Pulwama became an eye-opener.
The attacker Adil Ahmad Dar,
a local from Indian-administered Kashmir,
and a member of Jaish-e-Mohammed of Pakistan,
With brutal feast of terror attack
became a soft Corner for a traditional
political party to gain from mejority a favour.
Demeaning The Heroes they danced with Zero,
Their song was tuned with enemy land's lyric,
The Concord was deep in utter discord,
To uhpheavel the set system
With the blood of Soldiers,
The good jesture was to crusify Solders,
To meet vulgar aim in political field,
destroying the real battlefield.
Only a Man among biting beasts,
Was upright to fight,
With amazing zeal contemplating
the gravity of the loss and sacrifice,
India is Now in safe hands.
@Prabir Gayen: 02/03/2019: 9: 53 AM.
Putting a poetic voice behind terror- compelling and urgent: reminds us that there are people with brains and personalities behind all this barbarism. Good poem.
pray for the heaven-dwelts who have worn KAFANS for Mother! Jai Hind!
Rivetting, feels like an action movie of the terror- then we realize it's real and happening and that these terrorists are actually people with names and wanting swag- that it's about their egos. And sense of glory.
In confused rhythm praised the Militants Mellowing their misdeed, From Terrorist He became Militant
But politics had different connotation, Every Political Vulture Came from Hidden Crater,
A Mighty lion was killed by Venomous Ditch. The Suicide Bomber at Pulwama District, destroyed his own life to own a better life
bed to sleep with beautiful Belle. The amputed Mind free from fontal root encroached the Canton, Seeking a place in heaven by merciless butchery alone.
Young soldiers were killed by ferine force, by misguided old Nick, On the way the brave hearts lost their lives. The terror attack took the precious lives, The Islamic baseborn Tribe, The ignorant bigot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A misguided low-born chap dreampt of a life of allurement and bewitchment, A life of ultimate flowering of hex and and spell, After his demise in a place full of fruits and veggies, A bed to sleep with beautiful Belle.