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Dulce Et, Decorum Est, Pro Patria Mori
Its sweet and proper to die for one's country

Blood looks violet on fresh snow

Teach your Children Well
Teach them All your dreams
Children are small kites
They try to soar high and

Memories mostly make for
The strangest of dreams-
Those that more often than not tend to go awry,
Making the silly mind wonder

Bacchus? ? ?
Why do they call you that?
My answer is straight and flat
Once a simple soul comes into your arms


Now hear me first
Before you claim


Ambition~ sweet sweet and so neat

Once in the winter snows
We promised
To meet again
You standing

Ask the dust
What you must
But ain't it a fact
That life is never just

I remember with a tremor
In my heart
On a cold winter morning with
The fog enveloping everything

This was originally written in German and was loved by the German and the Allied soldiers alike as Lilly to most was a street walker but she was the soldier's one true love

Underneath the lantern, by the barrack gate
Darling I remember, The way you used to wait



Walls they place you
But Doors show where?


Mama you were on my mind
As you went gently into the tender night.


Every single evening, as I’m lying here in my bed,
This tiny little prayer keeps running through my head.

When then world is darker than
I can understand
When nothing turns out the way I want
When the sky turns grey

Fiat Justitia Ruat Caelum
(May justice prevail before the heavens fall)

The Goddess of Justice


Your face
still haunts the windmills of my mind
Your grace
so undefined


When you were fourteen you could not bear
To hear
A word spoken by me
Today at Twenty one you realise, what a lot

satbir bakshi Biography

I am a 55 years old ship captain, poetry has been the bane of my life ever since I was a young lad - good poetry has been the anchor of my life too. I used to write prose and never published my poems for fear till while on poemhunter I was encouraged by the Hon'able Ms Nivedita Bagchi. I live in NOIDA near Delhi and love country music, good poetry, cooking, dogs and garlic.)

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Dulce Et, Decorum Est, Pro Patria Mori

Dulce Et, Decorum Est, Pro Patria Mori
Its sweet and proper to die for one's country

Blood looks violet on fresh snow
Says my friend- Laljee
He should know - having left
Two vertebrae at Siachen.

If one could hear
The frothy blood come
Bursting in spurts from
Bullet ridden lungs

My friend you would not
Tell with such vigour and zest
To little boys
Ardent for some desparate glory
The Old Lie
Dulce Et, Decorum Est, Pro Patria Mori

The last stanza is dedicated to the actual poet Wilfred Owen

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