Those Eyes

Those eyes, rarely did they sleep,
As they had promises to keep,
Towards their beloved nation
With whom they had a lovely relation,
So meaningful and deep.

Never ever they did weep,
Nor complain on how steep
Was the chosen location
Those eyes, so vigilant to leap.

Bodies, they piled in a heap,
Of the perpetrators, who did reap.
The fruits of an act, that sowed devastation
With their presence at every station
As they never fell asleep
Those eyes, in them patriotism did seep.
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Kirti V

An IT professional turned teacher, Kirti took into poetry writing during the lockdown last year. Apart from being a voracious reader, she enjoys music, sports, and drawing. She loves reading and writing across many Indian languages. She is a good orator and loves to recite poems.