Extracted

Liberty takes a roll

much to conscience

finding it, placing it

hard to accomplish

at times, waves crash low

elements of weakness; crawls high

freedom makes  no choice,

going away plunging new course

my star was captivated

painted, scripted and duplicated

it took rebirth

but not for my part

wings of this freedom pricks me

silence of the space alters me

I remain affected,

By small tides

Freedom lost at high freights

My rejoices being fragile

Crowned with thorns

Liberty breathes painful

My words need body

Yet soul is taken!!!!

…..and he never returned!

Paths of laments remain tact

He swiped the lane.

Little did he know, winning the shield?

Made him, stay immortal for the field

The war is over

Files of cargos at rest

He still breathes the air

Full with betray for races

I speak, I talk to him

He is calm yet readable

Country being his duty

Love knew their sanity

He aimed at the clueless

Shivering for the traces!

Breaking the woods, he raised

Wary were his lanes

He stepped for the cause

Being slain at remorse

Eyes meeting the soil

He fought with no disdain

None to see, none felt

Mother earth’s bleeding plight!

Toddler’s innocence- “who he was?”

Son of his country

Son of the earth

“My son-and he never turned back!”