After watching last night POW episode I was thinking how to express why it is one of the best episode, according to me, of the series…then I recollect this poem of mine posted on 26th January as my ode to the Army (not only to Indian) on Republic Day…so felt reblogging this…
The young Captain stands straight, his head held high,–
As enemy marched forward in rapid fast way towards the camp of his company.
He gave the war cry “Bharat Mata ki jai“; the small troupe of forty joined in unison–
Sending chill down the spine in many of the enemy infantry–double of its number.
They hurled like wild lions, kept in captive for long, and released to hunt.
They progress like a regained power waterfall in monsoon, washing away–
The enemy infantry like a log get washed away in the strong current–
Of a fall down the river.
Breaking out of a war was stopped in one evening followed by the night–
As they fought to keep the Tiranga fly high on the peak.
As the SAFFRON sun bid the night and welcome the new day,
Country was safe, was in peace, was enjoying the tranquility;
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