The Martyrs

 

 

I would name them ‘Martyrs’

The orphaned souls who died

A thousand times watching their kin

Slaughtered, slain, snatched away

By the cruel hands of fate

 

Yet living in remembrance

Of happiness stripped from them

A life that would have been

A haven of mixed emotions

Ups and downs shared together

 

They are the Bravehearts

Who took a million unfired bullets

To their chest squeezing out  

Unshed blood from their hearts

Leaving no eye devoid of tears

 

They are the valiant soldiers

Who faced the armed cowards

With arms bare and minds firm

Ready to lay down their life

For another to live

 

They dared to confront the deranged

Who slaughtered men to divide and shatter

The unity, the integrity, the pride

The nation has strived hard to build

They are the Martyrs, the Bravehearts, our true Heroes!

  

© Anjana Premkumar 2025 

 


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