Gallent soul in mortals height



The wind twirls around her and then diversity unites
Sea washes her feet,
She wears crown of snowy heights
Blazing sand on Dexter lays
While green lush on sinistral lies
Bharat mata, the motherly land we live on
And we the lions on whom she rides
The water flowing seamlessly here sings the song of Triumph and roars that died
While Dev bhoomi(Himachal) where 5 rivers collide
Resonates the hymn of gallant soul in mortal's hide
Nemesis shivered weak crumbled
When turbulent as storm he rumbled
He battled valiantly marching ahead, his feet burying the sow
His presence sank hearts in dread they called him SherShah
His acts left everyone in awe
This sky saw how luv became Vikram Batra
And destiny culminated him into Shah
I gaze at sky and this story leads
The tale of Vikram this ink bleeds
It was September spring, 9 planets around the sun circled
When intertwined souls of luv and khush met the world
Twins were angelic with naughty eyes
Unaware luv was of warrior inside
Born in family who worshiped the soil of desh
They instilled patriotism in him
Thus he was raised
Prodigy he was in every race
Young 'abhimanyu' thus was raised
Life is of 4 days one was gone

The need to earn in him was sown
Promising luxury foreign sea called
He hanged it up
The flame of patriotism was still on
Resting head on his mother's lap he confides
Every worry of his heart all latent hides
Ma' foreign sea would wash away the smell of this land
I would better die for desh with tiranga in my hand
Mother's eyes rained gazing how her son shone
In his this whim he wasn't alone
Finally he didn't think of world he followed his heart
Army needed people who can die for desh,
He lived for Bharat that was his art
With blazing boots he started chasing his dream
Clearing CDS was his first part
But amidst of that, unexpected occured
His eyes met with dimple where 5 rivers meet( Punjab)
and cupid stuck and love blossomed heat
then fate favoured his fortune
He was called to serve nation soon
Love clashes agains Love couldn't together reside
He chose desh and turned immune towards one on dimple side
It was heavy on heart, he didn't feel free
Day 2 ended it was day three
He kissed her farewell on melancholic ride
And Still the waters of Punjab resonate the hymn of this gallant soul in mortal's
hide
The path now was hard as boulder
Intrepid he was took everything on shoulder
Played with death tackled it right
Tasted the victory, celebrated nights
Until day when pathogen of country were becoming robust
His friend becomes his shield to save him in rumpus
His eyes gleamed when the hate pierced his chest
He toppled over Vikram shoulder and found eternal rest
Vikram's blood raged with flooded eyes
Next day everyone blamed dies
Here he feels the heat of fire
He starts flying higher and higher
From lieutenant to captain , fulfills his desire.
Heedless about people he inspired
then came time he prepared for every year
Kargil war was falling near
The last time he met those who were his dear
Uncertain was destiny, was his end near ?
FLAME RAGE FIRE
Erupted out turning the sky red
Wisping smoke from black nozzles
Choked breath
The paradise on earth(Kashmir) thus became
Abode of death
Among the hundreds he was one
Chasing enemies till then run
Loading his hate into the gun
Shot bullets that enemies couldn't shun
With his team synced perfect
He captured the spots that were toughest
But after capturing point 5140
India found it's new hero
The conquest was stellar's star
As important as wining the war
" Either will hoist tiranga on victory dome
Or will return wrapped in it home"
He remembers his promise he remembers he swore
The cliffs and valleys then heared him roar
Those words echoed in every solider's soul
Every heartbeat screamed
"YE DIL MAANGE MORE"
Then was the climb to greater height
It was turn of point 4875
Tired he was his wounds were bare
Life was clenched in his fist, did he care ?
It was a trap he was unaware
It was a chakravyuh built in lair
End was visible, but not his despair
Loaded steel in lead rifle
Incoming death was on dial
But all this to him didn't scare
Time for final leap,
he gathered fierce glare
He bursts in field, to pounce on rouges head on
Among striking bullets and exploding grenades
Holding the hilt of fury's blade
He enters their camp he enters to raid
Injured he was severely
His soul clinged to him, didn't free
He was one and they were three
He bathed in their impure blood
Their throats split into wail of banshee
While Few of them flea
Closing in were seven
He could hear his bells of heaven
Someone whispered in his ear
You cannot die
He stood again, again to fight
The pain surged in his spine slashing it raw
Dashed into them, the shershah
7 collapsed he survived
"I need aid" his friend cried
He rushed to him, to save
Here the destiny played her game
Tables were turned
Fate changed the trend
His friend died for him
Now he was the friend
Bang! He took it on his chest
His friend on his back
His eyes searching safe place to rest
Bang! It shot his knee
His eyes blurred he couldn't see
Bang! Now this was three
His eyes didn't shut, They waited for victory
He sat down while blood from his mouth spilled
The last enemy remaining there was killed
Before his comrades could try to save
He travelled to another realm in his rave
But when his mortals hide was found
His hands griped his rifle tightly bound
And there was the tiranga mounted on nozzle fluttering in air of sacrifice
The air of woe yet of glee
Day three ended, The gallant soul was free
Fulfilled his promises, wrapped in tiranga he reached the heat
Param vir chakra was golden fruit of his tree
He didn't live long
He sacrificed for desh became river's song
His eyes remained unquenched,He paid the cost
My desire deepens to follow him
To follow his path
I want to be him, I yearn to live the fourth day he lost
I yearn to live the fourth day he lost…

About this poem

This poem is about one of the greatest soliders India ever had gallantry award winner " Vikram Batra" I've tried to pen down his life was through sequence of rhymes

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Written on January 26, 2023

Submitted by aayushmarku on January 25, 2023

Modified on March 24, 2023

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Scheme Text too long
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 5,871
Words 1,086
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 29, 130

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