STAINS ON THE CAMO


The streets reflected golden

Under the broad sunlit sky

The retailers earmarked wares

After all Eid was pretty nigh


He proceeded towards his home

Omitting the insinuating augury

The consequences tragic and unfortunate

He turned a target for terrorist roguery


Patrolling commenced, manhunt launched

A bullet ridden body recovered

The Indian rifleman was abducted and killed

Yet the murderers prowled undiscovered


His brothers joined the T.A battalion

To avenge his death with guns and ammo

His coffin draped in Indian tricolour

Reminded ‘em of the stains on his camo


This ain’t a poem on fictional characters

But a ballad on true events

It’ll be a shame if you can’t recollect it

For Pulwama didn’t happen in 1810


HAPPY INDIAN INDEPENDENCE DAY!


Comments

  1. Gorgeous ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  2. Indeed we can recollect. Specially when it’s described so beautifully.♥️

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