poetry

On my peaceful night, You came like a knight, Oh! You the tiny fly, Made sometimes to cry, You came from rubbish, And suck my reddish, Came like a minute pest, Nights were going without rest, You tested our patience, Also made us patients, You're so awesome, Even you die with the claps of some.                          -S.Raguneshwaran

People think that we are the last, But we were the pure fun blast, We were caught for every error, Because they think, that we are the terror, We never mind about the cost, We don't feel that we have lost, Mostly, they remains single, With people, they can easily mingle, Never turned back to see the past, Because everyone knows past had lost, Going through lot of activity, Which leads to our creativity, People speak about our histories, Because we have solved many mysteries.                             -Raguneshwaran

On a delightful day of Valentine, Group of squaddies on their way to campaign, On their duty for the nation, Saving the country is their only emotion, Arsonist bombed on their happy ride, Forty lost their souls of pride, Valentine fades with the blood of squaddies, Red blood stained over olive green fatigues, Lions started their roar for revenge, Blood speeds high ever in the age, Bombed three cent terror by jet over fly, Kin of three cent arsonist start to cry, Mobs were ready with their meme folders, To celebrate our fighting soldiers, Son of the soil caught in terror's square, By their fear,they return him here, Nation saw him with pride and honour, Anyhow Hindustan is against the world of terror.