The Remains Of War

                A WAR WAS WON BUT MISERY REMAINS. 

                        Mycontributions to English literature                                                                                                           -Remesh B S

                                                     The Soldier came home

                                                   

                                                     Spilling all the bullets

                                                   

                                                     On the enemy at Kargil

                                                     

                                                     And winning the War

                                                   

                                                     So honored! So proud!

                                                 

                                                    His Land was giving him

                                                    

                                                    A Hero’s welcome.

                                                    

                                                    Kit and kin rolled tears          

                                                   

                                                    A sigh of sorrow

                                                     

                                                    Prevailed in the air

                                                

                                                   Men supported him down

                                                    

                                                   His left leg- amputated

                                                     

                                                   His right eye- removed

                                                  

                                                   And he is in wheel chair.

                                                                      

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THE BEATS OF LOVE/ On Valentine Day

 THE BEATS OF LOVE

 A longing
              as to depart

 A thirst 
            for being called

An upsurge 
           from within

A swing fro-
          lightly to stop

A longing 
          to unite in action

A wish 
          to be always beside

Some sacrifices 
          always with cheer

A swirling 
          in unseen bond

A call
          to hear from

A pang 
          to be in touch

Is this love!
          hollow or mad!

A reunion 
          of some unknown bond

As if sailing
          towards the blue verge

In a feeling 
         of soothing spring

Always eager 
          to assist each other

A question- 
         What is going on in there?

A solemn touch
         of misty wind

An adorning 
          for each other's mind 

In love 
         we do care 

We care
          those who are near 

No destruction 
          but only creation

For now 
          there is no you or me

Only me
           remains 

I the soul,
            you the mind

And there is
           the union in between

A search
           to find and locate 

Who am I ? 
           Who are you ?

Why are we 
            here together?

Are we here just
            to cluster and clear?

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On Valetine Day.(my contributions to English literature too)

Remesh Baban Shet, Fort-Kochi

Dated 14-02-2014

Solemn Prayers: my prayer

  My Prayers

                 

Oh! Lord

I reach Thee

each day

not to Pray

but to be 

before Thee 

just the way 

I am

with all my sins 

with all my blessings

so serene

for I know 

Thy vision 

so transient.

Yet,there is

a wish 

 to serve 

those who rely 

those who depend

 those strange 

in their ways 

or else 

life will be 

without meaning 

 and living 

just the way 

so long a drag

so Thy wish

 if so 

chose me 

just the way 

to be fruitful 

in every way.

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