Band of Brothers
Five soldiers camped together,
To achieve a firm holding.
They had nothing in their pockets,
Except a world full of dreams.
Unknown to new surrounding,
They remained in-tact.
No one had an individual identity,
But were recognized as one pack.
Together they had fun
With limited ammunition and guns.
If there calculations were right
One victory shall set them on winning stride.
Once a soldier got injured and replaced,
New soldier was temporary, yet found a permanent place.
Never did anyone go hungry to bed,
Helping each other was the strength of this camp.
Time passed by and family called one of them back.
This time the replacement was a character himself.
Now they were anxious with enemy in sight.
They knew, taming the enemy, world shall be beautiful,
With no difficulties in life!
As strong determination had brought them to battlefield,
They waited patiently for luck to strike.
In turns they attacked the enemy,
Victory was there's, with green bills coming day and night.
Mobilization started, with victory cup in hand,
They were happy for the victory,
But sad as they parted!
Come this fall a year shall pass,
Not in a common camp,
They cherish the memories of past!
To achieve a firm holding.
They had nothing in their pockets,
Except a world full of dreams.
Unknown to new surrounding,
They remained in-tact.
No one had an individual identity,
But were recognized as one pack.
Together they had fun
With limited ammunition and guns.
If there calculations were right
One victory shall set them on winning stride.
Once a soldier got injured and replaced,
New soldier was temporary, yet found a permanent place.
Never did anyone go hungry to bed,
Helping each other was the strength of this camp.
Time passed by and family called one of them back.
This time the replacement was a character himself.
Now they were anxious with enemy in sight.
They knew, taming the enemy, world shall be beautiful,
With no difficulties in life!
As strong determination had brought them to battlefield,
They waited patiently for luck to strike.
In turns they attacked the enemy,
Victory was there's, with green bills coming day and night.
Mobilization started, with victory cup in hand,
They were happy for the victory,
But sad as they parted!
Come this fall a year shall pass,
Not in a common camp,
They cherish the memories of past!
5 Comments:
I wonder if I were one of the soldiers...
Wodering...
Nice poem, Purvin, never knew this aspect of yours..
Kaushal- yep you are one of the soldiers!!
Thanks for the compliments
thanks Kavin.. but I like your blogs better than mine.. plz post something!!
nice one Purvin.
I would call it the story of our lives. So far so good, let see what the enemy throws at us next.
jab ho doston ka saath, kay ukhad lega hamara zamaana.
yup chintan our strength lies in friendship.. and together we shall fight any enemy!!
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