Tears of a Valiant Soldier

Midst many senior-citizens of our little township, Has been Mr. Captain, a solemn man in his mid-nineties, One, enjoying each-and-everyone's abundant friendship, Who looked much younger, yet, as though just in his late sixties... There's a secret hidden in him; like gold within deep mine, Like sailor having sea-riddles, he had his war puzzles; Sparkle your interest; you'll see his stories flow in twine; Adventure advanced like his automaton-gun muzzles... A thousand lotuses seemed blossoming on his shining face, When he talked of his valorous victories after wars; As part of paraphernalia he showed his brief-case, Wherein rested his telescope that helped him gazing stars... With his wealth he did not buy or sell; Nor did he marry; His eyes, like owls, watched vigilantly the nation's progress; The highlighted portion of his well-maintained diary, Included strategies of systematic war success... He inspired many young for the service of the nation, This has been the greatest success of his great life-story; Though dignitaries did not glamorize his cremation, The challenge-filled tear-drops of young soldiers sang his glory... 29 June 2022 Tears of a Valient Soldier Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal