Poem Name- Land’s Roar


Ready on me the courageous stars,
Firing Asteroids at the bars.
Those barking dogs understand no other cure,
Freaks the commander on the land of war.


My sister is the Kargil victory,
My queen rests in Kashmir’s beauty.
Jeweled with luminous Tiranga’s flare,
Vande Maataram leaves behind all the care.


Pride of lions guard my grace,
Blood rivers, my roots embrace.
A promising soul marches in grand,
Filled with blessings of three billion hands.


I see the pomegranate cherish in the hills,
Coarser exterior with empathetic heart chills.
Their wise strategies are ordinary in the game,
To checkmate the one who harms my fame.


Even though far from loved ones,
Smile on their faces like satisfied nuns.
Chilled Winters never became their barrier,
The Vardi is now the sunshine carrier.


It’s a myth of me being sad barren land,
My fertility is blood footprints in sand.
They are Mahatma Gandhi, never urge the first shot,
But Subhash Chandra Bose, ending with enemies hard caught.


They aren’t Sacrificers, rather Devotees,
In air, water and land, at mother’s duty.
For them death is evitable, they live in their patriotic scars,
Soldier is the name of these courageous loyal stars.

By - Vaishnavi Mandhane