"THE INDIAN TRICOLOR WITH IMMENSE PRIDE ,HOVERS NOT BECAUSE OF THE WIND BUT BECAUSE OF THE LAST BREATH OF OUR BRAVE HEART SOLDIERS ."
WHEN A CHARIOT FROM HEAVEN GAVE HIM A HAND.
HERE I WRITE MY FIRST BLOG.AND PROUDLY DEDICATE IT TO MY NATION, TO THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE THEIR LIVES IN ORDER TO MAINTAIN PEACE AND HELP THIS COUNTRY REMAIN A PARADISE .
SAVED BY THE SHIELD OF STARS ,
THE WARRIOR FOUGHT,AS HIS SWORD SPARKS.
THE SMOKY WINDS DEPICTED HIS PASTS,
WHEN IT BROKE THROUGH HIS ARMOUR TO REVEAL HIS SCARS.
THESE WERE THE SIGNS OF HIS BRAVE HEART,
WITH A SMACK HE TORE FOE'S BODY APART.
AND NOW THE ENEMIES' RAGE WENT HIGH,
LIGHTNING ALL AROUND IN THE DARK SKY.
SALUTED THE GODS,AS THE WARRIOR LAY DEAD
ALL CAME TO MOURN AS THE WORD SPREAD.
THROUGH THE EYES OF FATE,THIS WAS HIS END,
WHEN A CHARIOT FROM HEAVEN GAVE HIM A HAND.
HE WAS TAKEN WHERE THE HEROES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN,
LEAVING ALL EYES BEHIND HIM KEEN.
-VARNIKAA RAIZADA