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Martyr : The Pulwama Attack

The tricolour wrapped around your might, And you drift away to your very last night. The tears that we shed, Can never match your gallant blood red. For you dont speak only for sake You speak to put your life at stake For the child that is unborn, And the nation that is now forlorn. For the eyes that await That fatalize with thoughts of your fate. For the family that did wait Dreaded by images of your lifeless state. And for every one out there aback With terror and explosions that make the earth crack. Assure you, we do, Our souls ignite with your pyre too With the fire of rage, fury and justice And against those who use terror to veil cowardice Assure you, we do, Never to forget this detonation That shook the world, shook our holy nation The nation that can sure give it back The rightful answer to this hidden attack And when it does, for it surely will, They'll know the difference between a coward and a warrior That they dread still. Today, when the eye beholds you sleep, It cannot help but only weep But as its white pearls roll down the spirit, The rage intensifies every passing minute. The pledge to answer back has been taken Reminisce the earlier times they've been shaken. The aim is set, the shot is primed, Their days in the world are meagerly timed. Shake will the enemies' house where glasses of victory last night chimed. That hour is near, with red regret they'll be smeared. They'll know then how we stand tall as a megalith How we Indians are sages not to be trifled with.

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Date: 8/13/2019 3:12:00 PM
Wonderful write, Shourya. Keep writing and keep posting!
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Date: 8/11/2019 8:36:00 PM
A very powerful message, Shourya. Well penned.
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