An Ode To Brave Warrior From A Bleeding Pen!

Who thou not ask the words of warrior
Do you know the pen of mightier field
It's the blood that flows through my pen
But I write the lives of many brave soldiers
Who though not lay dead or wounded in battle field
Who thou not ask the words of warrior
Do you know the pen of mightier field!

Who thou not ask the lives dead
Why have you been bleed to death?
Why you lay dead in the battle field?
For you came with a golden spoon in mouth
Where every one rejoiced on your birth
But today, here I see you bleeding to death
Who thou not ask the words of warrior
Do you know the pen of mightier field!

Who though not ask the mother
Whose wounded son lying in battle field
Withering in pain and agony just waiting for embracing death.
For every single wound in your body or in your heart
Your mother shed a tears of rain
Who thou not ask the words of warrior
Do you know the pen of mightier field!

Who though not ask the lives that lost
Fighting for ones country they lost
Where the person lay trapped in horrors of death
If there had been no war
You would have lived a longer life more than me
And peacefully you may be slept under soil.
Who thou not ask the words of warrior
Do you know the pen of mightier field!

What to ask my dear pen
I am mere a spectator in the battle field
Though my heart can cry with pen to bleed
But the pain you and your loved ones went through I can never take!

Why the war, why not love and peace?

This poem is dedicated to all the people
Who fought like a soldier
Though a battle field not necessary
Though recognition not necessary
Winning not necessary
Loosing not necessary
But to all who took a brave step in their life!
Who fought for others and for themselves in their life.
I salute them with my heart!

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© 2014

by Geetha Jayakumar

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