The martyr

A thousand whips and lashings,

But spurred the battle

Chains and bonds barely visible

Blood, sweat and tears amid,

The mind focusses for the fight.

The fruit is near and close,

- freedom to rejoice

Bells clamour and the doors open…

He roars, a thousand

For company – Ours is Ours.

Limbs refusing he

Arises, stands a  tall rock –

The servant’s salute,

A kiss on the soil, so

satisfying, sweet –

He falls back limp and dead.

(Independence day celebrations; a HAIKU structured on a 5-7-5 syllable basis.The theme was “Indian freedom fighters/national leaders”)

~ by jumpindolphin on August 13, 2008.