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March Ahead

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English Poetry, Jun 2012 Contest
(Autumn Weather is compared with the Kings Army)

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Air blew whistling and the leaves march circled,

disciplined whirls of the royal command,

in music, for his majesty crowned

along with the men they pound.

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Horses parade these men of honor

far away from their shade and strand,

brought by a will or pulled in stir

they whirl together in hand.

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Disbanded for their loved one,

they hold no pain of separation,

so they sing, so they loud, straight and stern,

pointing up their gun.

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Of songs of land, of songs of return

of good times, these men hum,

and they know, till they are away, no concern

no fear glooms upon their home.

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The pleasant-bloom on their hind

through the weather they ride forth,

good times and joys are now memories behind

the colder breeze take the escort.

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4 Comments

  1. Vishvnand says:

    As usual, idea & the poem in its unique ” Ulhas” class
    To be read , re-read, understood & enjoyed
    Liked very much
    Hearty commends

    Gone with the wind; nice to find you back with the wind…. 🙂

  2. medhini says:

    Nice poem, Ulhas,
    Warm welcome.

  3. Hi
    Nice pictorial poem of leaves marching in autumn .
    sarala.

  4. parminder says:

    A very beautiful way of depicting the falling autumn leaves. Excellent read!

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