loved
By loved, 31 August, 2011
loved

loved

13 years 8 months ago

By calling me a peach
But I beseech you
Most folks love to call me
An apple or a rose
As at supersonic speed,
Poetry I compose.

None the less,
As I love to eat a peach,
I shall have a bite
Out of your hand
As it I do reach

Thanks my friend
We are at your beck and call,
You are a soldier,
A warrior after all…

How delighted am I to know
My works enlighten
The heart and souls of warriors
I know..,

They feel once after a war
When they come home,
Not divested but deprived
Of a vocation of their own

But I am sure
That no nation does the bravery
And self-less sacrifice
Of warriors disown.

Great are such soldiers and men
They never die
But fade away
Sadly but not in vain