By Gaurav Parab
Let me write a poem which I promise is short,
About a newspaper story we would not think about a lot.
They said it happened sometime yesterday,
While I pondered on what to watch, and what to play.
The paper said rifle shots rang out crisply in the air,
When I thought about what not and what to wear.
He was outnumbered, and his bunker was cold,
But he stopped them in their tracks I am told.
As I straightened my tie and went on my way,
Another nameless soldier died in his torn fatigues yesterday.
I promised you this poem will be very short,
About a newspaper statistic we would not think about a lot.
5 comments:
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- AD
Short and crisp... nice topic pick!
-Arpita
Always the best place to hang out when online :)
-A
Very touchy....:)
good stuff GP saab.
.V
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