Honour

A poem dedicated for real servant of nation..

I ploughed the field in scorching sun,

Blood boiled and sweat watered the field.

I left my family in dark night to fight,

And protect my mother.

A mother who has not given me birth,

But before my birth I owe her.

She gave my brother a land to plough and feed the nation,

Soil which is resplendent.

Still we serve and protect our mother even thought unyielding,

We just do our benevolent service for her.

Just 

We want a small wish from our Mother.

(Mother-Nation)

As we all know death is the ultimate truth,

We cannot ignore this truth with any mood.

We both deserved to be honored in our death,

Because we serve the nation till our last breath.

Just in my last breath before my death, 

I want to wrapped in tricolor.

So that nation can know our defiance..

Reviews

[Surya]

"Just in my last breath before my death,
I want to wrapped in tricolor", I loved these lines.
A great writer haa, And a great poem by the way.
yeah bro, After lovely, let's do something for our country.
I enjoyed it, Thank you for sharing.