I Have Seen Death
I have seen death
in the firing sound of terrorists
and sacred blood of martyrs.
Death runs here like a leopard
from line of control to cemetery,
from tender future to last breath of old age.
In the game of politics,
walls of sacrifice fallen down,
rope of devotion turned into pieces,
sacrosanct knot opened loose
and hidden speech remained untold.
In the fire of funeral, million wounds of bullet burned,
flame of countless dreams got illuminated.
The smell of patriotism felt in every part of country,
Motherland cries, tear comes out from the eyes of sky.
Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2017
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