A poem by Madhu Bhagat (Scan QR code), Compiled by Vaishali Kolpe
Everyone is familiar with Mrs Madhu Bhagat, Hamlet’s very own philanthropist with the largest heart full of love for everyone who has also started the group Passion for Compassion for our generous neighbours to donate their time and money for the welfare of the needy.
She recently shared a poem that she wrote which touched everyone’s hearts.
She says “ Our Indian Society is undergoing a tremendous change From Joint Families to Nuclear families. Since I’ve been working for a long time with the Old and Destitute, especially ‘Earth Saviour Foundation’, it troubled me to see such unhappiness and distress mirrored on the faces of the inmates; when they were left to their devises, after spending their whole life for their Children.”
“l penned down a few lines, so it may reach more people and maybe awaken the sleeping Humanity in them. I would like to mention here, that the words used are synonyms and not only for armed forces”
A Silent Ode
by Madhu Bhagat
In Reminiscing Mode they remain,
The Gurgling sounds,
Like little chimes,
The Laughter, Joy Galore…
For of themselves they gave,
Now Desolate…… Yet so Brave.
Warrior Generals of yesteryears,
Now stripped of Colours and of Ranks,
Mere soldiers they remain,
Fighting for Life in Battle Tanks…
Stooped shoulders
Woeful Eyes,
Home Alone or Homeless,
No shining medals to Adorn,
only worn out clothing
still being worn.
The Robust King of the Treasury,
Now a Pathetic Pauper,
What fault…. What Crime,
For to his name…There is not a Dime
The Time, The Grime
The Blood, The Sweat,
NO Chronicles kept,
No Diaries written,
No Records of Loss and Gain,
No Records of Love and Pain.
But Ah!! Nature has the last say………
For it’s Scriptless writing
has left a Silent Ode….
Mirrored on their Countenances
The Scriptures still Remain
‘n’ All Loves labour was not in vain.
For Life goes on ‘n’ Memories short..
For Love and Pain will spring again.
