I wrote this poem when I was in Class 8 🙂
For them there is no festival, there is no joy in their life
And their happiness will never arrive.
They just glance at the door, in a hope
That they’ll find their love
Who is a son, a brother and a mate
And to see him, was their only fate.
He was a charming boy,
And was really a bundle of joy.
During the delightful spring,
Melodious songs he used to sing.
When his music went around,
It held the listeners spellbound.
He had a brilliant mind,
He was tranquil and his heart was kind.
But now they’ll never hear
His voice full of cheer
Now there is silence
There is no music, no glee
And they can never see
Their lovely charming boy
Because he had died.
He was in army
And was killed by the enemy.
But his family was never in despair
Rather, they were proud that their son was a martyr.
And sacrificed for his nation,
his country, his motherland – to protect it from foreign invasion
With tears in eyes they said
he was a real patriot.