Warrior

Penned on July 16 2008 its small ode to Indian "Sam bahadur" Field MArshall Sam Maneckshaw

When I am dead raise a tomb for me
with the prayers carved on it,
red ribbons placed by my grave,
and my weapons that withered for me.

I lay cold on the shores of Black Sea,
and my blood is purging this wet sand.
And then I tilt my face towards the new dawn,
I see the scepter of Veronica heaving in pride.

Soon twilight would break and I will be dead
the crimson rays would shimmer on my face/
(till then,)
I clinch my sword and say farewell to those I love
and fight till my breathes would precipitate.