Monologue of a Worthy Son -1
‘I’m 19 Madras’
My unit and fellowmen
More than anything for me
On earth,
My words – the oath ultimate
Until the last drop of blood enters my heart.
Out of the cruelest of storm
Or savagely violent, brutal
And sadistic blitz of snowslide
A safe miniature world I make
To cherish the motto
‘Duty unto Death’.
My teammates I armour
In the snowbound cover
Of enasthasizing cold,
In the glaciated chasm
Of flash-freeze endless valley,
As a sign of reverence to mother,
And on her lap,
the warmth of my mother’s bosom I feel.
Thus in my hymn of life
‘If I’m strong and tough
My battalion is strong and tough.’
Copyright © Gobinda Sahoo | Year Posted 2016
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