The Man With The Pen

  Mountains stand tall, towering over the whole world, Making life difficult for those who live among you, Testing our strength with cold winds and blinding snow, Making us think of going around, over or through your challenges, You ask creatures to change to live or bitter cold winds are on the way, But at the same time, you provide life giving water to all creatures, You help keep enemies away, ask the wet winds to empty themselves, So that those far away also have enough water for themselves, We have to make roads that wind upwards around you, While at some other places, we cut tunnels through you to let us go, Just about a century ago we invented airplanes to go across seas, Slowly we started to fly them over you but landing them is difficult, Leaving this you also show us breathtaking scenery, Your lofty heights are covered in permanent white snow, But the lower reaches provides a stunning contrast, You stand tall, we have to crane our necks t

Not so long ago, I saw you for a fleeting moment, But your heavenly beauty etched it in my heart permanently, There you are showing off your gleaming and unruly self, Ready to cut through winding roads at wild speeds, one imagines, With a roar of your engine echoing through valleys , Powering away like a herd of horses blowing up puffs of dust, Those who drive you are mere mortals giving you direction, You are a force of nature much like the prancing horse on your chest, A great driver lives and dies by your side if he makes a mistake, If he lets you slip at maddening speeds on a wet road, Teaching us the art of restraint at a huge price, Those who own and drive you are lucky beyond measure, Enchanting many but bullying many into looking stupid in front of you, You take us on a ride eternal through valleys and mountains, To new heights where many deny to have reached, Your voice goes through my ears, getting my heart racing, Sending me to a different world where you are mine,

A martyr is a person who selflessly sacrifices his life, A soldier, a man who fights for justice of for equality, Those who die giving this selfish world a mirror, Of how to sacrifice can be given selflessly, I am grateful for being born an Indian, Because this is a land where bravery is everywhere, But sadly, now my country is home to people who call crime bravery,  To people who call themselves corruption kings, Where people are ready to kill for small matters, Where the value of life given is as good as zero, Where men who exploit the weak are roaming free, Where women fear for their dignity every night, There was a time when the people were honest, They were able to go to new heights to serve the country and the people, A time when the poorest was willing to fight till death, Just so that the future generation could live in freedom, They went their merry way just so that people would not suffer The exploiting foreign ruler's racist an