Spirits of love fuel this land
To let its children see tomorrow's sun
Their blood stand the poison
Of the snakes infiltrating
The amrit she stores for her daughter and sons .
Head strong against the blizzards of doubt
Whispering " What if "
Not letting them turn into howls .
The blood in their veins
Would so often ooze out
The departed souls of a thousand others;
Unfound cold carcasses,
Praying for their motherland,
Frozen in time,
Somewhere in the shiachan valley .
Souls still warm,
A soothing blanket of patriotism;
Draping them
In their last few breathes of agony .
Tears rushing;
Yet with a smile,
They leave .
Wrapping our motherland,
In bulletproof prosperity .
On a land where farmers grow gold,
The birds chirp the soldier's courage
And the proud grief of their families ....
*(shaheed = one who ends up dying while protecting his motherland .
Amrit = a potion able to give the drinker immortality .)*
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Poems Of An Introvert //Poetry//
PoetryGone with the dawn Here my thoughts are layed upon Tales, hidden scares, also disguised happiness Crying out loud cries of souls quitely lying latent ..... Please show ur ❣and support....❤🤗 I'll be writing more cause , As quoted by Robert Frost, ...
