The Martyr Poem by Subeesh Surendran Punneri

A prickling pain on the left chest
Realised it's time for the final rest.
Enemy bullets pierced through
Blood gushed out as the pain grew.

Silence sweeped in as memories flashed,
Of dear ones back home who slept
Unaware of their soldier who crashed.
Looking at his family's pic he wept.

Father's care and mothers food.
Their sweet love since his childhood
Lost are these forever
For he knows it's over

He can never see them again.
But he will not die in vain.
An Indian soldiers last action,
He throws his last grenade and rests with utmost satisfaction.