the old patriot

The old patriot

                                                               -yatharth dutt

                              

          

Sitting in the garden,

Looking at the sky;

With smile he enjoyed,

The Tri-colour fly high

   

When the anthem began,

even the crippled stood still;

no pain could break;

that patriots will.

Again that day,

The uniform was worn;

Medals were pinned,   
                                    
He felt reborn.

With his head held high,

He went on a stroll;

In each corner he could feel,

Our mother’s soul.

His smile faded,

His eyes filled with tears;

When the war hero saw,

His greatest fear.

The hero who fought,

With all his might;

Shaken with shock,

Of the inglorious sight.

One who chanted,

Slogans on the street;

Next day ignored,

The flag down his feet.

when a terrorist died,

he got much fame;

when a soldier protected,

he faced the blame.

One sitting in power,

Got medals for glory;

Yet the one who fought,

Was a forgotten story.

When no tears were dropped,

For the lives that were laid;

The martyr’s family,

Felt betrayed.

When a boy caught glimpse,

Of the old veteran’s eye;

He found the depth,

Of each bloodshot lie.

He held his hand,

To join his fight;

Protecting the mother,

Is every child’s right.

He Whispered in his ears,

“your dreams won’t bend”;

The start may be rough,

But it’s not the end.

Seeing the kids,

Playing with their dolls;

A smile took shape,

Every religion was present,

But no religious brawls.

Gathering around the veteran,

Those kids formed a ring;

The shine in those old eyes,

Were brighter than any bling.

True colour of India,

Was flowing in the wind;

Time stopped, hearts skipped a beat,

When their voices joined,

To say JAI HIND!!!

With a rested heart,

He ended his stroll;

With proud he said,

In the hour of need,

Joined hearts will play their roll.

With the glimpse eyes,

I showed u a sight;

On the unsaid truth,

I threw some light.

Just for old sayings,

Don’t kill your mother’s right;

Only together we can make,

Our nation’s future bright.

Pledge to protect her,

Should die if I must;

No eyes shall be raised,

until my body is dust.

Hello, Namaste, Satsriakal this is Yatharth Dutt, hope u enjoyed reading my work peeping inside my heart i felt the need of writing this. everyday we hear news of the sacrifice they made for us yet the blame they face by none other than those for whom they risk their life everyday...hope my words touched your soul and i feel you could also see the pain they feel and next time u know what to do when u see our flag lying on the streets or our veterans fighting for our rights...

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till then see ya, tata, goodbye,love u all.