IMMORTAL VIKRAM BATRA

He reached the heavens, became a star

as he was martyred in a past war.

An immortal light that outshone the sun,

there never was one, there never will be one.

Bullets flying and the guns blazing,

nothing stopped him, there was no such thing.

Love for his land and blood flowed in his veins,

as up he charged on the rocky terrains.

While losing men gained the upper ground

though the enemies fired round after round.

While guns thundered from atop the hill

still he attacked the flank to make the kill.

Trying to save a comrade, didn't think twice,

ill-fated was the moment, he paid the price.

The man fell, in immortality rose his name,

the army was glorified in fervour and fame. 

Prasenjit©1997-2021

FREE YOURSELF

Many things locked up o'er the years,

it's time to empty the closet now.

Kept to ourselves - despair and fears

it's now time to vacant the trough.

Words that piled up into screaming silence

and tears that still echoes in the darkness.

Open up to your ever eager audience,

bring those gems into light sans starkness.

The wounds of the heart, the scars on the soul,

needs to be healed and mended now.

Unburden yourself, make it your goal,

let the healing begin - you may not know how.

Even though undeserving - do forgive them,

throw the trash, make your closet bare.

Open wide the doors, glorify your name,

and punish the wicked with sincere care. 

Prasenjit©1997-2021