Brubh! I literally had a stroke writing this poem. I was so confused! So please make sure you vote for it. It was a lottt! Of hardwork.
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Born was the lion in a cozy embrace.
Under his mother's love and care, with grace.
His demeanour spoke the language of victory, spoke the language of pride.
For he moved with godly grace,
Lo & behold the sight!
The haughty little cub,
Grew up to be a warrior for its mother's hub!
He now fights on the border with his life on line,
And smiles the smile of freedom
As his bullet makes the enemy whine!
People say it is his duty to give up his life for his country,
Yet, he says he would take the enemy's life instead.
Pierced with the fierce bullet of the lion cub
The enemy crys out and sobs.
But Alas! Not a single soul to his address,
As all his fellow soldiers lay dead
In a puddle of red!
Beads of tears flow down the enemy's eyes,
Common! He had to be proud!
On the battle ground he was giving up his life....
The helpless enemy smiles the smile
of victory
as his clothes stain red!
He takes his last breath
Proud of his own self!
The lion cub having fired his final bullet
Glances at the men in opposite, who lay dead.
Eyeing the bloodshed
Stands up the lion cub.
As he asks himself
Isn't this all for love!
The love he has for his country,
And his countrymen,
Afterall it is love that the brave souls fight for,
They fight for their mothers's hub!
They fight for their people
As they unleash the bloodshed.
Though unheard of, it is love,
That their heart craves.
~Shibani
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Umm...Sup??
Hope y'all doing great!
This is the second poem. The lion cub.
the inspo was love.
I displayed it in this poem through nationalism and the sacrifice that are made on the battle field.
This is my definition of love~
Well, I hope you liked it!
That's it for today!
Bye, bye~❣️♥️❣️
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