On the happy day of Valentine
In the heavenly Pulwama fine
The brave soldiers of sacrifice
Sacrificed lives for terror's vice.
The day began with love rose
And black night with death pose
Shaked the whole nation to promise
And to slap on terrible terror's disguise.
The Valentine is veiled by shame
Polished politics do play usual game
And now and then coffins do carry
The valour, courage and note of sorry.
O God! don't gift the Valentine coffins ever,
Let You chant only 'Shanti Shanti' for forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most relevant to the time in india pakisthan in particular and in the world in general.....Thanks for sharing.
Thank you sir...@B.m. Biswas