The Fading Cry of the Saffron Clad..

The Fading Cry of the Saffron Clad...
Is all I see through my weary mind..
A boy was born..In a town so worn...
From the war time blasts...
God... He was way too fast..
He Ran the race with a winning pace...
Won his Love...with his charming grace...
For a mother who loved...He was just a kid...
The father who died...Would've have felt the pride...
For the Son he was...Oh..Those fearless eyes!
The dearth of time..Did make him change...
He stood among...The valiant made...
His head held high...with a chest that's wide...
He was all around...In his enemy's sight...
He thought but once...His lady's Eyes...
He knew she was...His Saffron Clad...
He heard the shell...Burst out in hell....
Crushed his bones...Would that make him fall?
He fought so hard...Like he's come to guard...
The Nation that gave...All his right to grave...
Crooks they were...Never gave a chance...
Shot this Man...All through the dark...
He had to Fall...But just for once...
His eyes shone bright...He knew his plight...
Throughout that night...His blood could cite
The story of a countless men...Who fought beside...
He could feel his death...He wished he stayed...
For his Saffron Clad...
Who was miles away...
Holding his life in her womb..
I'm just the words...I'm just the thoughts...I'm not like Him...
Or would ever become...
The Fading Cry of the Saffron Clad...
Is all I hear through this fateful night...


                                                                                                           By Naveen P.