Monday 17 August 2015

The Hero’s Price.



Sacrifice for the sake of freedom?
Oh! It is not easy and it is not free.

Celebrate the 15th day of August
With fire in the hearts and water in the eyes.

Oh ladies and gentlemen,
Do not forget that hero in the revel.

A hero, 
Who was a monarch or a soldier,
A child or a youngster,

Or,
That widow, who cried on his grave.
That child, who was blown into the wave.

Or,
A father who burnt his son into ashes.
They were all brave!
They fought with all the might,
So that we could sleep peaceful nights.

But,
For them no trumpets blew,
No applauds rose,
Yet, silently they fought..

Every day, every hour,
To get us a freedom forever.

Let us sing the glories of them today!
To honor those unsung heroes,
Who gave their blood for this nation.

Let us embrace the freedom’s purity,
By lighting a candle in their memory,
And count their bravery.

Because,
In Saffron, white green and blue.,
The flag cried,
Without them freedom would have died!

Monday 3 August 2015

A Walk into the clouds






I went to place where the birds stay,
With a tiny flock of people one day.
I climb & I stand,
On the giant reservoir that the nature withstand.

A huge mountain and the valley down green,
Calms my agony & holds the scene.
A thrush of emotions and excitement,
Passing through my veins.

I look up and then down,
Counting the distance I mount.
The winds blow against my face,
And the thunder strikes on my chest.

When every drop of the rain,
Trying hard for my faith to restrain.
Then comes down the strong breeze,
Making my nerves freeze.
But, a single wave fires inside me again,
For not giving up and to sustain.

With every calamity I beat,
Drives my anxiety,
To see the world under my feet.

Surrounded with the clouds here I stand now,
On the top with a cry of Joy.
 The summit lies inside the blues.
And I became a thousand feet tall,

Walking into the clouds,
I respire the smell of divinity.
Sat for a long time into the mist.
Discovering the silent entity,
of the lonely planet inside me.

A voice echoed then,
And found here,

Only the Mountain and I.

-AKANSHA NAHAR

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