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| Largest flag hoisted in the capital of India (New Delhi).. A country of beautiful sunsets fresh streams... millions of people and as many cultures!! <<LOVE!!>> |
The poets of the later age and bards of the world-
The story of fallen knights across the realms was heard!!
The brave at heart, the young heroes have fallen for the land,
The unsung tales, the brittle song echoes in the sand-
Of passion and courage, of victory and defeat,
Of love and bravery, of enemy at their feet!
Of betrayal, of memory, the remorse of the country
Of tailored blue uniforms and impeccable frenzy...
Oh! Poets, Oh! Bards you must write this unsung song,
For we must learn from history and pathos of our own...
The betrayal of a man for money and the riches,
The sorrow of the nations unrelenting wishes.
"We lost the battle! We lost the battle!" echoed through the fields,
As thousands of those brave men in the war bleed!!
In the hearts of country men painful spasms caused,
For we have been betrayed by our very own's flaws?
The city was razed, men and women were killed,
Children beheaded, the country's blood spilled...
For even a witch like Medusa would forgive the little innocence,
But No, not them, Oh No! They had their hateful vengeance...
The Traitor later fled his country for another land,
A fresh start for him with riches in his hand!
At the cost of his Country, at the cost of his Own,
For a price he sold whose value forever was unknown...
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| This poem is part of the Sunday Form Challenge - Yeats Octaves at the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads |
