Battle For Kohima
For a toss goes zen,
when we face madmen.
With no option left,
our lethal stroke’s deft.
Harbour no ill will
for blood that did spill,
in as was ordained ~
our heart is unstained.
In line of duty,
death too has beauty,
being but a dream,
that so chanced to stream.
Erect was our stance
through this happenchance,
for we were empty ~
in serenity.
02-July-2022
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