This is his story. A story which created history. Very few know him, even fewer understand him and perhaps no one ever got to see the real him.
Who is he?
He is anyone, everyone, and no one.
This is our story. A story of which we all are a part of.
A con man with an uncommon genuine smile,
Predicating an image that is still unclear,
Is always facing some or the other trial,
For his mind has both courage and fear.
Humble at the very core but not so much on the skin,
Just like the world we so much adore, we too are on a spin.
And to win?, Con man must be a kin,
And so we all have this evil twin.
Passionate is another charm of time,
Without which nothing is fine.
Each step in life is like a line.
His story is for him to design.
To be truthful, not being truthful is alright,
For with situations we need to change our sight.
Lose if you must for trying is right,
His story speaks about everyone's fight.
Far away from her home, her land,Flag in one and sword in the other hand,She faught brave and slayed them all.A legacy of valor, a legacy so grand.When every other decided to kneel,And the rest awaited for their wounds to heal,She took charge, outshined the men.A warrior whose sword was her seal.Fighting odds she made her way,A little girl who was supposed to pray,Rebelled against the world we know.Once looked down upon, an idol today.Stood up against all that was wrong,The world was her, to glory she belonged,Each adversity was a test on her path,A warrior who with time grew strong.It's time for us to honor her deeds,Step up and follow her lead. Path to glory is full of struggle,Be the warrior, born to succeed.
I write to you with love and care,
It’s been a while, how are you Claire?
I am good and everything’s fine,
We are still 20 miles from the baseline.
I am leading a troop of 15 men,
Camped as I write in an isolated den.
We were on a mission now completed,
Fought their leader who is now defeated.
Danger is still high and home is far,
And yet I see you when I look at the stars.
I am writing this to you just in case…remember,
A soldier’s wife smiles at death’s face
I am scared Claire, I won’t deny,
Not of death but of a “Good-Bye”.
Don’t worry about me, I won’t stop,
I’ll keep fighting till the very last drop.
If you are reading this then perhaps I am gone,
Tell our son, “I love You Shawn”.
I was lucky that I found you,
Remember how we met in that funny little Zoo?
Be brave, be strong and be proud,
I am immortal now underneath the shroud.
I kept my promise Claire, I came back,
Will be waiting for you at the end of this track…
I am writing to you with love and care,Life is a gift but it isn’t fair.
- A Soldier