memoirs - this poem is a fiction of inspector ashok kamte's life - mumbai martyr

There was an aura of grief ,
Crowd drenched in tears.
But not a single drop of tear in her eye,
Unlamented , never said goodbye.

Years back
Unbounded promises, their love would last next seven generation,
She never knew,that came only after serving his nation

No air of glee left in their home,
Nostalgic, her life becomes a gloomy dome.

He ventured out last night ,
Courage in his arsenal.
Nation made an urgent call
Ferocity in his eyes ,never cared for his fall

Destiny betrayed their eternal love,
The raven replaces their serene dove.

Unknown children, he sheltered them.
Never cared,
How his little doll could prevail in this turbulent world without him?.


Stranger’s cry touched him,
His own son’s scream does not awake him from his deep slumber.

“why should I cry for him whose soul revolved only around his nation,
Should I show grief and sorrow for him who has made my life a lonely destination ?”