Pleasing transpose

Life endowed with pain

Hardnosed agony slashing apart the soul

Empathy so cold

He disregard the bliss of life

So many stings he bore

Glee in life is secrecy

His fist gone jagged to act of effort he played

And

A day emerged in anon

A cherub to melt his heart

He sight the splendor of the girl

And spray in love

Cold heart he carry

Wane into fable

Now he discern the ecstasy of love

Will he get the girl?

Remains a mystery

HERO

Another hero depart this life

Battling to defend the land

He took zilch in return,

Bestowing his life

His father doesn’t snivel

For he is swollen with pride

His young man takes shot

And smiles with smugness

A shield to the tricolor

As he falls

The stiff ground lays itself

Amid the petals of silk

As he treks for bliss

He showers a beam at the tricolor flying

CHARLATAN

Nation smolder

Ashes of burning blaze  

Swathe the sky,

Each twirls their eyes along

Lays jaw down the lid

Scrutiny to persecution in silence

This confer me with soreness

Any issue held to them

Words pull in rear to an aching reply

“This is India, nothing can be done”

End before start

My lexis to them

India ought not to have you.

TRAILBLAZER

Rogue luring inside,

Peace and harmony shatter.

India so forbearing   

Trailblazer born griping next to its own

My empathy hooked on tears

So much agony

Fanatic befall a idol

While, the real hero remains a stupor

Dies of valor defending nation

Fighting to its last,

Devoid of heed to the pain in the mountains,

Roofed in butchery snow,

Nation bestow shelter en route for dolt

For they take gain

Enough of finger on our lips.

INDIAN

Sundry nation that we live in,

A choice of culture, with food and languages

Different creeds amid different forename

How diverse,

One and all playing their role

It’s obscure, through the loss of distinct mores

Nation be thrown into disarray. 

Doesn’t it ring any bell?

Dig up to the mind,

Together we stand stronger, divided we fall.

There’s veto to tang lacking spice.

When mixed as one, giving mount to a exquisite grain 

Indian, 

Different but one, 

All by the range in the lot

But same blood running, 

That of an Indian.


              -jebilion