AWAKE AND ARISE “O”VETERN

AWAKE AND ARISE ‘O’ VETERN, IN SERVICE OF NATION AGAIN,
ABDICATION IS NEITHER YOUR DNA, NOR RUNS IN YOUR VEIN.
HUNG BOOTS, WENT HOME, WITH THE BOTTLE OF RUM,
CALL YOU AGAIN, THOSE BUGLE AND THUMPING DRUM.
IN AND OUT OF UNIFORM IS NOT WHAT MATTERS,
A VETERN IS AN UNIQUE, WHO NEVER DIES OR DITHERS.
CONSTANT AND DIE HARD, ALWAYS AND IN ANY FORM,
BE IT MERE THUNDER, DARK CLOUDS OR REAL STORM.

SUPERANNUATION IS NOT WHAT YOU HAVE TAKEN IT TO BE,
IGNORED AND SCORNED AT, IS A BIG DISHONOR TO THEE.
IT IS YET ANOTHER WATCH AND WARD OF THE NATION,
DARLING CLOSE TO YOUR HEART, A LIFE LONG PASSION.
HANDING OVER THE BATON, YET GIVING A HELPING HAND,
CHEERING THE COMRADES, EYES ON THE VICTORY STAND.
SAFE HARBORS MAY KEEP THE SHIP TIDY AND SHINING
DESIGNED FOR HIGH SEAS NOT FOR WINING AND DINING
LIFE OF COMMENDATION IRRELEVANCE, MERELY AWAITING END,
NEITHER YOUR ETHOS, NOR THAT WAY WERE YOU TRAINED.
THE NATION YOU DEFENDED PAYING WITH BLOOD,
ENTRAPPED AND HIJACKED BY PLETHORA OF THUGS.
AGREED, YOU NO MORE CARRY THAT LETHAL GUN,
NOR ARE YOU TAKEN SERIOUSLY, IN FACT MADE A FUN.
BUT ALWAYS YOU KNEW, PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD,
WHAT PREVENTS YOU, PLAYING THAT WISE NODE AND CORD?

HIDE NOT BEHIND BEING APOLITICAL AND IN CIVILIAN CONTROL.
TILL YOU BID FINAL ADIEU, YOU HAVE A PERENNIAL NATIONAL ROLE.
IN WHOM ELSE, A SAVIOR SON, WILL THE NATION FIND?.
MYOPIC AND PETTY, MERELY HAVE OWN AXE TO GRIND.
AWAKE, ARISE AND THINK OF NATION FIRST, AS WAS ALWAYS,
IN TWILIGHT OF LIFE, WHY ABANDON YOUR ETHOS AND WAYS.

  PICK UP A PEN OF JUSTICE, AND PUT ON YOUR THINKING HAT.
  WHO YOU THOUGHT GREAT, WAS IN REAL A ROTTEN RAT.
THINK, IF BATON BEARER IS INCOMPETENT AND A TRICKSTER,
  WHO ELSE, WILL PUT A CHECK ON THIS RECKLESS MONSTER?
 
YOU, PITH AND MARROW OF NATIONALISM AND IT’S VERY ESSENCE,
INTELLECTUAL,STRATEGIST AND ADMINISTRATOR PAR EXCELLENCE.
READ BEYOND RHETORIC, REACH TRUTH AND PROPOGATE.
YOU ARE A CUT ABOVE WITH AURA UNIQUE AT ANY RATE.
IT’S DEMOCRACY WITH STRONG CLAIM ON FREEDOM OF SPEECH,
FORGET THE PAST GAG, SPEAK UP TRUTH AND SAME YOU PREACH.
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SEE THE VENOM BIGOTS SPEW AND SEE THEIR NASTY GAME,
I F YOU FAIL, THEY WILL GET AWAY MAKING A WRONG CLAIM.    
FOLLOWED RELIGION OF YOUR MEN SECULAR TO THE CORE,
TO SAVE THE COUNTRY WILL HAVE TO COME TO THE FORE.
SPEAK UP, SPEAK UP IF NOT YOUR OWN, FOR POSTERITY SAKE,
PURE, PIOUS TURNED DEFUNCT, AT THE HELM SHALLOW AND FAKE.
PROJECTED AS GODS OWN, ARE MERE PYGMIES PROPPED UP BY PRESSTITUDE?
WHO WITH A PRICE TAG, SOLD TO HIGHEST BIDDER AND NO FORTITUDE?

MOURNING AT HIS FUNERAL, WHILE BUGLERS PLAYED LAST POST,
TOOK A VOW,NOT TO LET FALLEN BUDDY, FORGOTTEN AT ANY COST.
HIS BRAVERY SUNG BY POSTERITY, AND NAME ETCHED IN HISTORY,
WHY DID’NT YOU HONOR? IS IN ITSELF A BAFFLING/PAINFUL MYSTERY.
  

YOU WENT HOME WITH PENSION, PERKS AND CANTEEN CARD.
FORGETTING THE VOW, TO FALLEN BUDDY, WITH YOU WHO TOILED HARD,
UNCOMFORTABLE IN NEW HABITAT, LIKE ANIMAL FROM ALIEN YARD.
SOME BECAME POLITICAL FOOT SOLDIERS, SOME SHAMELESS BARD.
 
TREACHERY, FELONY OR SHALL I SAY BLASPHEMY OUT RIGHT?,
WHY SO EASILY “O” COMRADE HAVE YOU GIVEN UP THE FIGHT?
I SUM UP “O’ VETERN BUT WITH A POSER, REPLY ME IF YOU CAN,
TELL ME WHERE CAN I FIND RECORDED MY SACRIFICE AND ELAN.
WHY NOT FOUND MY HERITAGE IN THE ACADEMIC CURRICULA,
ITS INTENTIONAL SNUB,OR A LAME EXCUSE AND THAT BLAA BLAA?.
WHY HERITAGE MISSING FROM BOOK SHOP SHELF, LIBRARY RECK?,
MY DEAR VETERN YOU ONLY TOOK, BUT FAILED TO PLOUGH BACK.

TO SAVE NAME AND FAME WILL HAVE TO RISE, HELPLESSNESS YOU CAN’T FEIGN.
AWAKE ARISE ‘O” CUSTODIAN OF LAST BASTION, NATION CALLS YOU AGAIN.

Dahiya Mehar Singh