The night bows out tired; in rushes reddish new dawn <br />What is ahead in store for him, knows not he forlorn; <br />From afar a bird chimes a broken welcome note mourn <br />To the light that shakes up at the distant horizon! <br />He wipes away the cobwebs of his hung over thoughts <br />Sticky wet, like the last drying silent tears spots… <br /> <br />His bugle of duty calls; beckons to take up arms <br />He must put on now his myths, wear the attitude calm; <br />The mountain paths lie ahead await the grind of rams <br />Those grief laden story wheels must roll on unalarmed! <br />Hail the country, hail the flag! He is one in a swarm; <br />His feels, he must forgo; his freedom in chains unarmed… <br /> <br />-Kesav Venkat Easwaran- <br />29th October 2010<br /><br />Kesav Venkat Easwaran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-the-unknown-soldier/
