Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Veteran Poet - 1,869 Points (1-7-1959 / india)

Soldier: Dying Declaration - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

When I die in a war sector,
I will be packed and mailed to my quarter,
My medals will be piped on my chest,
Tell my mother, her son did his best,
Console my father, not to bend low,
As his brave son died for motherland, bow.
Tell my brother to drive my bike care fully,
He will be head of my family permanently.
Tell my sweet sister not to be upset,
Her regimented brother will not howl after sunset.
Advise my son to study and work hard;
Caution my daughter to beware of debauch ward,
O My Countrymen! Tell my wife not to cry, for good;
Because I am soldier, cursed only to die in the wood.


Comments about Soldier: Dying Declaration by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

  • (8/16/2012 11:58:00 AM)


    Liked this, good poem, it might be worth looking at some of the rhymes, sector and quarter and hard and ward are a bit dodgy. but I loved the message, good work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012



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