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!
Gorgeous ❤️❤️❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteIndeed we can recollect. Specially when it’s described so beautifully.♥️
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