Patriot


The land is bare, the snow falls hard
Chill is in the air, but they bother him not
Many fall wounded, many lie still
Death draws nearer, but they scare him not
His heart flutters, his eyes burn
His hands work and the gun fires
Out of the blue a bullet speeds
Piercing the air and in to his eyes
Back he falls shooting madly and
As the world darkens his face brightens
With moments left his heart full of emotions
He cries proudly VANDE MATARAM

Beloved's Eye


The cool rays of the early moon
Washed over the frozen lake
The glassy face vividly radient
Rosy beneath the rosy sky
Standing stll in the motionless lake
Was an expertly carved wooden boat
Filled to the slender and black rim
With milk as white as snow
On the surface of the creamy milk
Ripples threaded into fine network
And floating over the milky plane
Was a shiny black shimmering plate
Sailing gently from side to side
Like black moon in silvery sky
Amazed i stood on the slender rim
Silenced by the dazzling beauty
As i gazed down at my reflection
Dazed and unaware i started to slip
I saw myself falling, falling in Love
I knew i was sinking, deeply in Love