Atom India

                                                                                                                

This poem is addressed to each alphabet of my loving friend Gunner “Manoj” Kumar Mishra (Indian Army) on his birthday.
But in the real sense this is my personal salute to All that
Indian Solders….
Who awake in the thorny cold night when millions sleep?
Who bear heat cold and other thorns as their uniform?
Who march, enemy’s wives miscarriage their child hearing that sound?
Who eat bullets sometimes, from the offending enemies?
And to that oil which burn itself for the nation……Ajay

1) My dear happy birth
                  Not drop you worldly mirth,
    Thy fame as blooming rays
                  Work at random never pays.




2) Atom India people call
                   At border as China wall,
    Heat colds are thy attire
                   Food bullet either a fire.

3) Nation sprit and a guard
                   As protection seems me lord,
    Ascent rapidly by leaps and bound
                   Loose pregnancy, hearing feet sound.


4) Oil which lights to next
                  Thy greatness my tender vext,
     Not a part hub me sure
                   Soul devoted pure and pure.


5) Jack all trades never you fall
                   Single jump you cross the wall,
    Live long as not a tree
                    Be matchless wish my pre.
(Composed at Chhibramau Kannauj.UP. 1- May- 2006)

Composed by- Ajay Tiwari, RS & GIS DIVISION
                      University of Allahabad
                  ALLAHABAD. U.P. INDIA

Email: ajaytiwalldunivrsgis@gmail.com
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