Unprotected unguarded
Prone to perils as we lived
Saving us as we slept, that Angel stood
Between us and death as pledged

Trampling those endangering us with their venomous hood
If it meant losing his breath, he would
Valiant and unfazed that Angel stood
Unnamed, unknown deep in the wood

Sacrifices galore pinned to his chest
In the bargain burning his own nest
His self and happiness always put to test
Still loving his country and men with all his zest

Fighting till the last drop of his blood
Standing guard till he is dead
Marching into the unknown with every breath of bugler
Facing all odds, standing on his own pyre

Away from garlands and that foyer
Scaring death with his fearless stare
Guarding us, ungrateful, without remorse year after year
Akin to Gibraltar stood this angel of valour

A Hero of the country and our God of Courage
Who served us at cost of his life with no mention in any page
With all respect, Sir, we stand still to mourn
As you chose your time to walk into oblivion

God stands to garland you for sure
O Angel of compassion who served the nation without malice or lure
The very thought of missing you here
Smears my eye with a gush of tear

We miss you a lot my dear brother
Rest in God with all peace...My dearest Soldier.

If  I speak, I am termed vociferous
If not, am branded a coward
I am over smart pronouncing  ideas
Dumb hat, when quiet I am called

Ice broke, ages changed
A stone or modern left us evolved
Galileo stoned and Jesus nailed
To emerge a scientist and a blessed

What am I? Am I all
Gods creation or science and all
Myself, am I in this game at all?
With credits to God and changes of evolution and all

Krishna came, Rama gone
Eras changed on religions dawn
Battered and bruised I am still the same
Ditching and killing just for fame.

Moments of magic
That illusionary technique
Veiled world of His, a tactic
With a flowery cover to his empty attic

Four stages to cross
Lovely images to emboss
Reason of science or vision of His
Which painted the world as this.

Bows of rain or Rama's
Tunes of cosmic or flute of Krishna's
Invisible racing chariots of times and ages
Work alike for scientists and sages

Kings, kins and all that spins
Creations, evolutions or His illusions
Sleight of His hand or leaning of axis
Passing of jurassic or Master's theatrics

I walked ignorant of all this
In search of that elusive bliss
Following Him with clear conscience
Prodding to understand as much in science.