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March Ahead
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English Poetry, Jun 2012 Contest |
(Autumn Weather is compared with the Kings Army)
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Air blew whistling and the leaves march circled,
disciplined whirls of the royal command,
in music, for his majesty crowned
along with the men they pound.
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Horses parade these men of honor
far away from their shade and strand,
brought by a will or pulled in stir
they whirl together in hand.
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Disbanded for their loved one,
they hold no pain of separation,
so they sing, so they loud, straight and stern,
pointing up their gun.
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Of songs of land, of songs of return
of good times, these men hum,
and they know, till they are away, no concern
no fear glooms upon their home.
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As usual, idea & the poem in its unique ” Ulhas” class
To be read , re-read, understood & enjoyed
Liked very much
Hearty commends
Gone with the wind; nice to find you back with the wind…. 🙂
Nice poem, Ulhas,
Warm welcome.
Hi
Nice pictorial poem of leaves marching in autumn .
sarala.
A very beautiful way of depicting the falling autumn leaves. Excellent read!