Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A terrorist and a soldier




Terrorist
There he comes with a loaded gun in his hand
a heartless beast to savage innocent's land
with a flagrant smile and eyes that are cold
inside charred bodies he finds his winning gold

Thirsty for blood he doesn't know mother,he doesn't know child
the only ecstasy he knows is when the death dances wild
pleading cries,deafening screams he won't hear today
numb hands won't tremble they only want to slay

Under the robes of night he plays a malicious game
one pointblank shot and there pours a crimson rain
another life snuffed,another point added to his score
a blind lust resurges,he craves to kill even more

His glory comes through a path where corpses are laid
a price probably for being a common man they paid
sepulchral sight that will make even insanity weep
lifeless as they lie in the coffins of an orphaned sleep

The dawn has come but darkness still prevails
hands tied we all watch closely how humanity fails
but he ruthless as ever continues his assault on our face
a promise he's done that he will perish human race

From the womb of a demon he has arisen
in his veins flows an insulated poison
we call it a heinous crime,he calls it a holy war

"A MARTYR FOR GOD,THT’S WHAT I’VE TAKEN BIRTH FOR"

"I’M THE MASTER OF YOUR LIVES,BEG TO ME UNTIL YOU DIE
REST IN THE CRADLE OF AFFLICTION LET ME SING YOU A LULLABY
NO TEARS,NO MERCY,ONLY TERROR WILL BE MADE TO BLOOM
I’LL BRING DOWN THE APOCALYPSE,WHATEVER BE MY DOOM”

Soldier
There he comes with a loaded gun in his hand
a saviour born to reclaim his people's land
advancing forward his blood spits gallons of wrath
eyes don't believe as they see the catastrophic aftermath

Bravery in blood,he stands as the epitome of courage
be it calamity or war he salves us from every sabotage
today also he has come to conquer this tumultuous time
to bring all of us back to life is his motive prime

From the sweat of sacrifices he has arisen
embellishing pride that goes higher than the horizon
when he sees a million safe abodes he gets his prize
but remains far away from sleep when brutality is on the rise

His glory comes through a path where there exists no fear
those steps won't recess even if they sense death to be near
he hears the mourning sky and winds that are crying
a piercing silence is suffused over this world that is dying

But he doesn't have time to grieve over what's gone
his head finds a way that leads to a brighter dawn
to broken souls he gives a shimmering hope of salvation
heart fumes again over those who have wrecked his nation

He resolves to combust the beast in his own flames
vengeance for country in mind he then sets his aims
unremitting bullets galore,an indefnite battle now begins

"NO RESPITE FOR YOU,THERE’S NO ESCAPE FROM YOUR SINS"

" FORGIVEN FOR YOUR DEEDS OR NOT,THAT’S OVER TO THE LORD’S PITY
BUT TO SEND YOU TO HIS DOORS,THAT’S MY RESPONSIBILITY
YOU’LL YEARN FOR YOUR DEATH BUT IT ALSO WON’T COME SOON
LOOK INTO MY EYES IN FRONT OF YOU STANDS YOUR DOOM"








2 comments:

  1. all of tem are damn good...soecially first one..

    n ya beautiful blog really beautiful...

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  2. I wonder when i will be able to break the spell that this particular write of yours has cast on me Ankit..
    If there ever was raw power in any poem, this is it..there is a sense of grandeur about this poem , a loftiness that many writers can only dream but fail to achieve...
    be it the disdain with which the terrorist has been portrayed, be it the nobility that has been accorded to the soldier..each shade, each nuance has been so splendidly painted...
    i wonder how , oh how you havent found more readers for this :( !!
    A salute to you, Dear one for this amazingly amazing write !!

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