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The Unsung Hero (Free verse) by Bhaskaryya
On the vale of once untrodden snow,
He, the wounded soldier frantically calls.
But none to be enticed to the crimson flow,
Of the sky-warrior, who a two and twenty thousand feet falls.
The chilling winds carry his cries,
Merely to be echoed by the silent hills.
Playing a sheer spectator to his vain tries
To crawl up to the beguiling rills.
A man in the primrose of vigor,
Who once dreamt of a bed of roses.
Falls another victim to the arcane rigor
He, the now lifeless soldier, on the bed of snow, reposes.
One against a forty odd, he fought
Did it but occur to a few
Piloting a plane in fire caught
A victory would be stolen from a catch-22.
A burning wing lies by his side,
A reminder of the celestial rave
But none to hum to this heroâs unsung pride
Or pay homage to his solitary grave.
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Weighted score: 5.1589375
Overall Rank: 5116
Posted: January 12, 2005 7:02 AM PST; Last modified: January 12, 2005 7:02 AM PST
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