Part I
In extreme daylight
near the german countryside
not a person, not an animal
anywhere to be seen
the grass only present
to hide the rotten face
merrily jumped up and down
forming sultry waves
but in the fiery illumination
there was a submissive lad
walking in the darkness
on a meandering trail
his quizzical look
said everything
duller than the ditchwater
stoppeth the cuckoo sing
alas he came to a settlement
worse than any wreckage
this was not to be the end
of his pilgrimage
drain of the shower
magnet of the iron
and shine to the sunflower
became he
quoth the head;
watch your leg,
enter not in land
of glee
surprised by the greeting
walked to the head did he,
a shilling, few pennies
enough to keep him serene
he smelled the vintage
heard the cabaletta
n rotated
towards the iron
being the nucleus of the village
unlikely from the rest,
twas the white flesh
of the coconut case
antiquate door opened he
to step on deer drugget
sat on a creaking chair
and ordered a drink bucket
brought the aged vendor
the finest of the liquor
sipped on, sipped on
to end the long last pleasure
came another uncanny fella;
what thy upto?,
In the army I was
responded the man...
Part II
He commenced reciting;
the German Army Academy
I entered, The training we
started awfully
my room was like a rat's hole,
due to the size and mess,
in the vast institute
of increasing burden and stress
the headmaster Schindler
with his watchful observant eagle eyes,
catching the prey when noticed
from an immense height
the time of drill
came time and again
when the sun rose at dawn
leading to a roar of damnation
followed by a volcano it was
when Schindler beat us with rods
march, march, march we did
and finished the day with sighing nods
back ache, head ache
we moaned with our might,
joined in the morning
was a puzzle from the night,
yet, opened the eyes
without any repentance
march, march, march
to finish with greivance
with unchanged seasons
the days were greased,
and I had celebrated ma quarter
when the world seemed to cease
a bang outside the window
we were startled first,
nine ten bullets inside the room
and were running to be nursed...
Part III
The poles had started it
luring us into the war
killing the younglings
the plan was gore
the ball had hit the hive
and the bees flew,
the siren heard;
prepare for coup
filled was the lobby
with dumbfounded buzzes,
the packs into flocks
were converted in disbelief
no more firing was heard
until midnight,
but the kitchen into flames,
the situation became plight
called out schindler
names of honour,
the most trusted ones
were selected for cover
three were saved,
two were burnt,
helpless they had become
the sheep had learnt
After the sleepless night
the morning sun had risen
without the routinely drill
without the routinely curses
only the memories shrilled
the well known cook Laenord,
twenty years of his life
had devoted to the institute
without a word of strife
alas ma best friend Jason
always laughing was he
filled with tears am i now
i could do nothing,
nothing to save him free
I wasnt going to rest
and so wasnt anyone,
prepare for battle we would
and so we had pledged
Next day we entered the lobby
rather filled with determination
Schindler started chanting
the prayer followed by plans
Along with the squadron leader
two more were to go,
to capture the Polish border flag
shadowing the bombardment show
Schindler with pure concentration
began to list the list of doom
Dorken, an obvious name
along with Will Droon
Stopped my heart it did,
"But Why?"
asked the uncanny fella,
for my name was the latter...
Part IV
mixed emotions besieged me,
was i happy
or was i dismal,
i had been trapped.
Nevertheless I had to prepare,
and had to return,
to see the faces
of well familiarity
and yet again march we did
being watched by the eagle eyes
not only two, but many
of the envious observers
they would stare at us
and speak mean things
on the sly, worse than
hell it had become
Could not stand it us two,
decided to find the prime fox.
We asked the gullible Heite;
it is Garry Weenown,
he voiced in no time
instantly we met
our novel fox professor,
seeing us pace
he flew towards the door
shoot, shoot and shoot
we did, the crowd running
towards the entrance,
blocked was the poor fox cunning.
he lay on the floor
writhing in agony,
commended we were by schindler
to have caught a polish spy.
Nothing to be happy, to be chipper
for this was not the end,
it was rather,
the calm before the storm...
Part V
The day approached
like a lion in the hassock,
for we could do nothing
to make it stop
The squadron leader dismounted
the experienced one in the group,
the catalyst to the reaction
we moved another step close
Schindler saluted farewell
as we mounted on the P-51
Dorken assisted Mindler,
while I took over the gun
An unusual plan it was,
for not united with the
main army we had.
All alone in the mist
we travelled like an insect
in the mammoth ocean.
alas we reached the sleeping border
stealthy enough in the dark,
atleast thought so we did,
before the dog upon us bark.
Mindler tried beyond compare,
and we started praying,
but heavy artillery
did succumb our prayer.
falling were we
like a shooting star.
like an ant in the sink,
were we in the devil's own lair.
flowing towards the river
below, through a stagnant sky,
unaware were we of the
peril we would face.
One thousand curses!!
we missed the cheerless river,
and crashed did we,
breaking into slivers.
Dorken had a broken hand,
but Mindler shattered his leg,
there was shrapnel in my shoulder,
the effect diminished
by the cushioning forest.
For we heard the polish footsteps,
there was no time to waste,
Mindler unable to stand,
we had to plot in haste.
Dorken being the robust one,
carried Mindler on his back.
I carried the supplies,
shocked about what had happened,
and unaware of what would happen.
Why carry so much?
asked the exhausted Dorken.
What else, for the journey home!
I said, but he replied quietly,
There will be no journey home...
Part VI
We saw a grotto up ahead,
as if the earth opened it's mouth,
to gobble up the doomed travellers,
and take them into the darkness beneath.
But no choice we had,
for the footsteps boomed now,
and we entered the cavern,
unknowingly, unmindfully, carelessly.
They were still chasing us,
though the steps had fainted
along with the light,
and an unusual dreariness
surrounded us all.
For a minute or two,
we remembered the forgotten faces,
vanished did they,
after thundering crashes.
The poles had blocked the exit,
and we were concealed
in the sepulcher,
left only imagining our decaying destiny,
in the near future.
no flight of the wind,
nor any smell of leaves,
we could only taste dust,
and the sound of our tread.
We ate as much as we could,
and the food supplies finished.
but there wasn't no water,
to quench the desiccated throats.
Mindler was unable to endure,
the agony making him writhe,
we could hear his heart beat,
in the silent crypt.
But no longer were they audible,
and nor was his breath,
O creator! O destroyer!
could it have been worse?
The night did pass somehow,
Dorken and I terrified,
remembering the horrible university days,
which now seemed blissful.
We got up reluctantly,
the morning sun rose,
but we exclaimed in surprise,
how did we come to know?
The light did come from the left,
we followed it instantly,
after saluting our mate,
joyous and bitter we felt...
Part VII
We moved along the constricted
cavity, which was invisible at night,
noticing the sparkling opening,
getting larger and larger.
The scent of the cherry blossoms
reached our nose,
and filled our heart
with rejuvenating dynamism.
But found we did, only
to enter the enemy's camp,
that the efficacy had disappeared.
And we heard our heart crumbling within us.
They shot at us,
the bullet hitting Dorken,
he fell down and asked me to run,
I had no choice and no time to think,
and so I left him behind.
I have spent half a year,
wandering about the coast of poland.
trying to escape the country,
and reach East Germany.
Rivers I have crossed,
mountains I have traversed,
with the thought of Dorken,
at the death's door.
I have no news of my friends,
my companions nor of the war.
"Oh my friend! so you were in the army?"
said the fellow, "We have won the war!"
His shout stimulated the dead bar,
everyone crowding besides me,
as if unable to believe their vision,
They lifted me with all their adoration.
However, the actual verifiable truth
was different...
When we decamped the cave,
The wise Dorken had another plan.
"I would divert their attention,
you give me a backup." he began.
He passed without my acquiesce,
dumdfounded was I,
I had no words. I just stood there,
watching him fight, with a broken hand.
Alas my feet started moving,
and I was running to save myself,
laughing was my conscience,
at my cowardly act.
I escaped the fatal shore,
but left behind my comrades.
how could I go back to the university,
with the say of betrayal and defeat?
Now I was the idol of a village.
Yet, though Germany had won the war,
I myself, being alive had lost,
and Dorken having been asleep had won...
- See more at: https://allpoetry.com/poem/9154001-Courage-Under-Fire-by-Ananya-Chandra#sthash.gjVrRq2P.dpuf
Part I
In extreme daylight
near the german countryside
not a person, not an animal
anywhere to be seen
the grass only present
to hide the rotten face
merrily jumped up and down
forming sultry waves
but in the fiery illumination
there was a submissive lad
walking in the darkness
on a meandering trail
his quizzical look
said everything
duller than the ditchwater
stoppeth the cuckoo sing
alas he came to a settlement
worse than any wreckage
this was not to be the end
of his pilgrimage
drain of the shower
magnet of the iron
and shine to the sunflower
became he
quoth the head;
watch your leg,
enter not in land
of glee
surprised by the greeting
walked to the head did he,
a shilling, few pennies
enough to keep him serene
he smelled the vintage
heard the cabaletta
n rotated
towards the iron
being the nucleus of the village
unlikely from the rest,
twas the white flesh
of the coconut case
antiquate door opened he
to step on deer drugget
sat on a creaking chair
and ordered a drink bucket
brought the aged vendor
the finest of the liquor
sipped on, sipped on
to end the long last pleasure
came another uncanny fella;
what thy upto?,
In the army I was
responded the man...
Part II
He commenced reciting;
the German Army Academy
I entered, The training we
started awfully
my room was like a rat's hole,
due to the size and mess,
in the vast institute
of increasing burden and stress
the headmaster Schindler
with his watchful observant eagle eyes,
catching the prey when noticed
from an immense height
the time of drill
came time and again
when the sun rose at dawn
leading to a roar of damnation
followed by a volcano it was
when Schindler beat us with rods
march, march, march we did
and finished the day with sighing nods
back ache, head ache
we moaned with our might,
joined in the morning
was a puzzle from the night,
yet, opened the eyes
without any repentance
march, march, march
to finish with greivance
with unchanged seasons
the days were greased,
and I had celebrated ma quarter
when the world seemed to cease
a bang outside the window
we were startled first,
nine ten bullets inside the room
and were running to be nursed...
Part III
The poles had started it
luring us into the war
killing the younglings
the plan was gore
the ball had hit the hive
and the bees flew,
the siren heard;
prepare for coup
filled was the lobby
with dumbfounded buzzes,
the packs into flocks
were converted in disbelief
no more firing was heard
until midnight,
but the kitchen into flames,
the situation became plight
called out schindler
names of honour,
the most trusted ones
were selected for cover
three were saved,
two were burnt,
helpless they had become
the sheep had learnt
After the sleepless night
the morning sun had risen
without the routinely drill
without the routinely curses
only the memories shrilled
the well known cook Laenord,
twenty years of his life
had devoted to the institute
without a word of strife
alas ma best friend Jason
always laughing was he
filled with tears am i now
i could do nothing,
nothing to save him free
I wasnt going to rest
and so wasnt anyone,
prepare for battle we would
and so we had pledged
Next day we entered the lobby
rather filled with determination
Schindler started chanting
the prayer followed by plans
Along with the squadron leader
two more were to go,
to capture the Polish border flag
shadowing the bombardment show
Schindler with pure concentration
began to list the list of doom
Dorken, an obvious name
along with Will Droon
Stopped my heart it did,
"But Why?"
asked the uncanny fella,
for my name was the latter...
Part IV
mixed emotions besieged me,
was i happy
or was i dismal,
i had been trapped.
Nevertheless I had to prepare,
and had to return,
to see the faces
of well familiarity
and yet again march we did
being watched by the eagle eyes
not only two, but many
of the envious observers
they would stare at us
and speak mean things
on the sly, worse than
hell it had become
Could not stand it us two,
decided to find the prime fox.
We asked the gullible Heite;
it is Garry Weenown,
he voiced in no time
instantly we met
our novel fox professor,
seeing us pace
he flew towards the door
shoot, shoot and shoot
we did, the crowd running
towards the entrance,
blocked was the poor fox cunning.
he lay on the floor
writhing in agony,
commended we were by schindler
to have caught a polish spy.
Nothing to be happy, to be chipper
for this was not the end,
it was rather,
the calm before the storm...
Part V
The day approached
like a lion in the hassock,
for we could do nothing
to make it stop
The squadron leader dismounted
the experienced one in the group,
the catalyst to the reaction
we moved another step close
Schindler saluted farewell
as we mounted on the P-51
Dorken assisted Mindler,
while I took over the gun
An unusual plan it was,
for not united with the
main army we had.
All alone in the mist
we travelled like an insect
in the mammoth ocean.
alas we reached the sleeping border
stealthy enough in the dark,
atleast thought so we did,
before the dog upon us bark.
Mindler tried beyond compare,
and we started praying,
but heavy artillery
did succumb our prayer.
falling were we
like a shooting star.
like an ant in the sink,
were we in the devil's own lair.
flowing towards the river
below, through a stagnant sky,
unaware were we of the
peril we would face.
One thousand curses!!
we missed the cheerless river,
and crashed did we,
breaking into slivers.
Dorken had a broken hand,
but Mindler shattered his leg,
there was shrapnel in my shoulder,
the effect diminished
by the cushioning forest.
For we heard the polish footsteps,
there was no time to waste,
Mindler unable to stand,
we had to plot in haste.
Dorken being the robust one,
carried Mindler on his back.
I carried the supplies,
shocked about what had happened,
and unaware of what would happen.
Why carry so much?
asked the exhausted Dorken.
What else, for the journey home!
I said, but he replied quietly,
There will be no journey home...
Part VI
We saw a grotto up ahead,
as if the earth opened it's mouth,
to gobble up the doomed travellers,
and take them into the darkness beneath.
But no choice we had,
for the footsteps boomed now,
and we entered the cavern,
unknowingly, unmindfully, carelessly.
They were still chasing us,
though the steps had fainted
along with the light,
and an unusual dreariness
surrounded us all.
For a minute or two,
we remembered the forgotten faces,
vanished did they,
after thundering crashes.
The poles had blocked the exit,
and we were concealed
in the sepulcher,
left only imagining our decaying destiny,
in the near future.
no flight of the wind,
nor any smell of leaves,
we could only taste dust,
and the sound of our tread.
We ate as much as we could,
and the food supplies finished.
but there wasn't no water,
to quench the desiccated throats.
Mindler was unable to endure,
the agony making him writhe,
we could hear his heart beat,
in the silent crypt.
But no longer were they audible,
and nor was his breath,
O creator! O destroyer!
could it have been worse?
The night did pass somehow,
Dorken and I terrified,
remembering the horrible university days,
which now seemed blissful.
We got up reluctantly,
the morning sun rose,
but we exclaimed in surprise,
how did we come to know?
The light did come from the left,
we followed it instantly,
after saluting our mate,
joyous and bitter we felt...
Part VII
We moved along the constricted
cavity, which was invisible at night,
noticing the sparkling opening,
getting larger and larger.
The scent of the cherry blossoms
reached our nose,
and filled our heart
with rejuvenating dynamism.
But found we did, only
to enter the enemy's camp,
that the efficacy had disappeared.
And we heard our heart crumbling within us.
They shot at us,
the bullet hitting Dorken,
he fell down and asked me to run,
I had no choice and no time to think,
and so I left him behind.
I have spent half a year,
wandering about the coast of poland.
trying to escape the country,
and reach East Germany.
Rivers I have crossed,
mountains I have traversed,
with the thought of Dorken,
at the death's door.
I have no news of my friends,
my companions nor of the war.
"Oh my friend! so you were in the army?"
said the fellow, "We have won the war!"
His shout stimulated the dead bar,
everyone crowding besides me,
as if unable to believe their vision,
They lifted me with all their adoration.
However, the actual verifiable truth
was different...
When we decamped the cave,
The wise Dorken had another plan.
"I would divert their attention,
you give me a backup." he began.
He passed without my acquiesce,
dumdfounded was I,
I had no words. I just stood there,
watching him fight, with a broken hand.
Alas my feet started moving,
and I was running to save myself,
laughing was my conscience,
at my cowardly act.
I escaped the fatal shore,
but left behind my comrades.
how could I go back to the university,
with the say of betrayal and defeat?
Now I was the idol of a village.
Yet, though Germany had won the war,
I myself, being alive had lost,
and Dorken having been asleep had won...
- See more at: https://allpoetry.com/poem/9154001-Courage-Under-Fire-by-Ananya-Chandra#sthash.gjVrRq2P.dpuf
Part I
In extreme daylight
near the german countryside
not a person, not an animal
anywhere to be seen
the grass only present
to hide the rotten face
merrily jumped up and down
forming sultry waves
but in the fiery illumination
there was a submissive lad
walking in the darkness
on a meandering trail
his quizzical look
said everything
duller than the ditchwater
stoppeth the cuckoo sing
alas he came to a settlement
worse than any wreckage
this was not to be the end
of his pilgrimage
drain of the shower
magnet of the iron
and shine to the sunflower
became he
quoth the head;
watch your leg,
enter not in land
of glee
surprised by the greeting
walked to the head did he,
a shilling, few pennies
enough to keep him serene
he smelled the vintage
heard the cabaletta
n rotated
towards the iron
being the nucleus of the village
unlikely from the rest,
twas the white flesh
of the coconut case
antiquate door opened he
to step on deer drugget
sat on a creaking chair
and ordered a drink bucket
brought the aged vendor
the finest of the liquor
sipped on, sipped on
to end the long last pleasure
came another uncanny fella;
what thy upto?,
In the army I was
responded the man...
Part II
He commenced reciting;
the German Army Academy
I entered, The training we
started awfully
my room was like a rat's hole,
due to the size and mess,
in the vast institute
of increasing burden and stress
the headmaster Schindler
with his watchful observant eagle eyes,
catching the prey when noticed
from an immense height
the time of drill
came time and again
when the sun rose at dawn
leading to a roar of damnation
followed by a volcano it was
when Schindler beat us with rods
march, march, march we did
and finished the day with sighing nods
back ache, head ache
we moaned with our might,
joined in the morning
was a puzzle from the night,
yet, opened the eyes
without any repentance
march, march, march
to finish with greivance
with unchanged seasons
the days were greased,
and I had celebrated ma quarter
when the world seemed to cease
a bang outside the window
we were startled first,
nine ten bullets inside the room
and were running to be nursed...
Part III
The poles had started it
luring us into the war
killing the younglings
the plan was gore
the ball had hit the hive
and the bees flew,
the siren heard;
prepare for coup
filled was the lobby
with dumbfounded buzzes,
the packs into flocks
were converted in disbelief
no more firing was heard
until midnight,
but the kitchen into flames,
the situation became plight
called out schindler
names of honour,
the most trusted ones
were selected for cover
three were saved,
two were burnt,
helpless they had become
the sheep had learnt
After the sleepless night
the morning sun had risen
without the routinely drill
without the routinely curses
only the memories shrilled
the well known cook Laenord,
twenty years of his life
had devoted to the institute
without a word of strife
alas ma best friend Jason
always laughing was he
filled with tears am i now
i could do nothing,
nothing to save him free
I wasnt going to rest
and so wasnt anyone,
prepare for battle we would
and so we had pledged
Next day we entered the lobby
rather filled with determination
Schindler started chanting
the prayer followed by plans
Along with the squadron leader
two more were to go,
to capture the Polish border flag
shadowing the bombardment show
Schindler with pure concentration
began to list the list of doom
Dorken, an obvious name
along with Will Droon
Stopped my heart it did,
"But Why?"
asked the uncanny fella,
for my name was the latter...
Part IV
mixed emotions besieged me,
was i happy
or was i dismal,
i had been trapped.
Nevertheless I had to prepare,
and had to return,
to see the faces
of well familiarity
and yet again march we did
being watched by the eagle eyes
not only two, but many
of the envious observers
they would stare at us
and speak mean things
on the sly, worse than
hell it had become
Could not stand it us two,
decided to find the prime fox.
We asked the gullible Heite;
it is Garry Weenown,
he voiced in no time
instantly we met
our novel fox professor,
seeing us pace
he flew towards the door
shoot, shoot and shoot
we did, the crowd running
towards the entrance,
blocked was the poor fox cunning.
he lay on the floor
writhing in agony,
commended we were by schindler
to have caught a polish spy.
Nothing to be happy, to be chipper
for this was not the end,
it was rather,
the calm before the storm...
Part V
The day approached
like a lion in the hassock,
for we could do nothing
to make it stop
The squadron leader dismounted
the experienced one in the group,
the catalyst to the reaction
we moved another step close
Schindler saluted farewell
as we mounted on the P-51
Dorken assisted Mindler,
while I took over the gun
An unusual plan it was,
for not united with the
main army we had.
All alone in the mist
we travelled like an insect
in the mammoth ocean.
alas we reached the sleeping border
stealthy enough in the dark,
atleast thought so we did,
before the dog upon us bark.
Mindler tried beyond compare,
and we started praying,
but heavy artillery
did succumb our prayer.
falling were we
like a shooting star.
like an ant in the sink,
were we in the devil's own lair.
flowing towards the river
below, through a stagnant sky,
unaware were we of the
peril we would face.
One thousand curses!!
we missed the cheerless river,
and crashed did we,
breaking into slivers.
Dorken had a broken hand,
but Mindler shattered his leg,
there was shrapnel in my shoulder,
the effect diminished
by the cushioning forest.
For we heard the polish footsteps,
there was no time to waste,
Mindler unable to stand,
we had to plot in haste.
Dorken being the robust one,
carried Mindler on his back.
I carried the supplies,
shocked about what had happened,
and unaware of what would happen.
Why carry so much?
asked the exhausted Dorken.
What else, for the journey home!
I said, but he replied quietly,
There will be no journey home...
Part VI
We saw a grotto up ahead,
as if the earth opened it's mouth,
to gobble up the doomed travellers,
and take them into the darkness beneath.
But no choice we had,
for the footsteps boomed now,
and we entered the cavern,
unknowingly, unmindfully, carelessly.
They were still chasing us,
though the steps had fainted
along with the light,
and an unusual dreariness
surrounded us all.
For a minute or two,
we remembered the forgotten faces,
vanished did they,
after thundering crashes.
The poles had blocked the exit,
and we were concealed
in the sepulcher,
left only imagining our decaying destiny,
in the near future.
no flight of the wind,
nor any smell of leaves,
we could only taste dust,
and the sound of our tread.
We ate as much as we could,
and the food supplies finished.
but there wasn't no water,
to quench the desiccated throats.
Mindler was unable to endure,
the agony making him writhe,
we could hear his heart beat,
in the silent crypt.
But no longer were they audible,
and nor was his breath,
O creator! O destroyer!
could it have been worse?
The night did pass somehow,
Dorken and I terrified,
remembering the horrible university days,
which now seemed blissful.
We got up reluctantly,
the morning sun rose,
but we exclaimed in surprise,
how did we come to know?
The light did come from the left,
we followed it instantly,
after saluting our mate,
joyous and bitter we felt...
Part VII
We moved along the constricted
cavity, which was invisible at night,
noticing the sparkling opening,
getting larger and larger.
The scent of the cherry blossoms
reached our nose,
and filled our heart
with rejuvenating dynamism.
But found we did, only
to enter the enemy's camp,
that the efficacy had disappeared.
And we heard our heart crumbling within us.
They shot at us,
the bullet hitting Dorken,
he fell down and asked me to run,
I had no choice and no time to think,
and so I left him behind.
I have spent half a year,
wandering about the coast of poland.
trying to escape the country,
and reach East Germany.
Rivers I have crossed,
mountains I have traversed,
with the thought of Dorken,
at the death's door.
I have no news of my friends,
my companions nor of the war.
"Oh my friend! so you were in the army?"
said the fellow, "We have won the war!"
His shout stimulated the dead bar,
everyone crowding besides me,
as if unable to believe their vision,
They lifted me with all their adoration.
However, the actual verifiable truth
was different...
When we decamped the cave,
The wise Dorken had another plan.
"I would divert their attention,
you give me a backup." he began.
He passed without my acquiesce,
dumdfounded was I,
I had no words. I just stood there,
watching him fight, with a broken hand.
Alas my feet started moving,
and I was running to save myself,
laughing was my conscience,
at my cowardly act.
I escaped the fatal shore,
but left behind my comrades.
how could I go back to the university,
with the say of betrayal and defeat?
Now I was the idol of a village.
Yet, though Germany had won the war,
I myself, being alive had lost,
and Dorken having been asleep had won...
- See more at: https://allpoetry.com/poem/9154001-Courage-Under-Fire-by-Ananya-Chandra#sthash.gjVrRq2P.dpuf
Part I
In extreme daylight
near the german countryside
not a person, not an animal
anywhere to be seen
the grass only present
to hide the rotten face
merrily jumped up and down
forming sultry waves
but in the fiery illumination
there was a submissive lad
walking in the darkness
on a meandering trail
his quizzical look
said everything
duller than the ditchwater
stoppeth the cuckoo sing
alas he came to a settlement
worse than any wreckage
this was not to be the end
of his pilgrimage
drain of the shower
magnet of the iron
and shine to the sunflower
became he
quoth the head;
watch your leg,
enter not in land
of glee
surprised by the greeting
walked to the head did he,
a shilling, few pennies
enough to keep him serene
he smelled the vintage
heard the cabaletta
n rotated
towards the iron
being the nucleus of the village
unlikely from the rest,
twas the white flesh
of the coconut case
antiquate door opened he
to step on deer drugget
sat on a creaking chair
and ordered a drink bucket
brought the aged vendor
the finest of the liquor
sipped on, sipped on
to end the long last pleasure
came another uncanny fella;
what thy upto?,
In the army I was
responded the man...
Part II
He commenced reciting;
the German Army Academy
I entered, The training we
started awfully
my room was like a rat's hole,
due to the size and mess,
in the vast institute
of increasing burden and stress
the headmaster Schindler
with his watchful observant eagle eyes,
catching the prey when noticed
from an immense height
the time of drill
came time and again
when the sun rose at dawn
leading to a roar of damnation
followed by a volcano it was
when Schindler beat us with rods
march, march, march we did
and finished the day with sighing nods
back ache, head ache
we moaned with our might,
joined in the morning
was a puzzle from the night,
yet, opened the eyes
without any repentance
march, march, march
to finish with greivance
with unchanged seasons
the days were greased,
and I had celebrated ma quarter
when the world seemed to cease
a bang outside the window
we were startled first,
nine ten bullets inside the room
and were running to be nursed...
Part III
The poles had started it
luring us into the war
killing the younglings
the plan was gore
the ball had hit the hive
and the bees flew,
the siren heard;
prepare for coup
filled was the lobby
with dumbfounded buzzes,
the packs into flocks
were converted in disbelief
no more firing was heard
until midnight,
but the kitchen into flames,
the situation became plight
called out schindler
names of honour,
the most trusted ones
were selected for cover
three were saved,
two were burnt,
helpless they had become
the sheep had learnt
After the sleepless night
the morning sun had risen
without the routinely drill
without the routinely curses
only the memories shrilled
the well known cook Laenord,
twenty years of his life
had devoted to the institute
without a word of strife
alas ma best friend Jason
always laughing was he
filled with tears am i now
i could do nothing,
nothing to save him free
I wasnt going to rest
and so wasnt anyone,
prepare for battle we would
and so we had pledged
Next day we entered the lobby
rather filled with determination
Schindler started chanting
the prayer followed by plans
Along with the squadron leader
two more were to go,
to capture the Polish border flag
shadowing the bombardment show
Schindler with pure concentration
began to list the list of doom
Dorken, an obvious name
along with Will Droon
Stopped my heart it did,
"But Why?"
asked the uncanny fella,
for my name was the latter...
Part IV
mixed emotions besieged me,
was i happy
or was i dismal,
i had been trapped.
Nevertheless I had to prepare,
and had to return,
to see the faces
of well familiarity
and yet again march we did
being watched by the eagle eyes
not only two, but many
of the envious observers
they would stare at us
and speak mean things
on the sly, worse than
hell it had become
Could not stand it us two,
decided to find the prime fox.
We asked the gullible Heite;
it is Garry Weenown,
he voiced in no time
instantly we met
our novel fox professor,
seeing us pace
he flew towards the door
shoot, shoot and shoot
we did, the crowd running
towards the entrance,
blocked was the poor fox cunning.
he lay on the floor
writhing in agony,
commended we were by schindler
to have caught a polish spy.
Nothing to be happy, to be chipper
for this was not the end,
it was rather,
the calm before the storm...
Part V
The day approached
like a lion in the hassock,
for we could do nothing
to make it stop
The squadron leader dismounted
the experienced one in the group,
the catalyst to the reaction
we moved another step close
Schindler saluted farewell
as we mounted on the P-51
Dorken assisted Mindler,
while I took over the gun
An unusual plan it was,
for not united with the
main army we had.
All alone in the mist
we travelled like an insect
in the mammoth ocean.
alas we reached the sleeping border
stealthy enough in the dark,
atleast thought so we did,
before the dog upon us bark.
Mindler tried beyond compare,
and we started praying,
but heavy artillery
did succumb our prayer.
falling were we
like a shooting star.
like an ant in the sink,
were we in the devil's own lair.
flowing towards the river
below, through a stagnant sky,
unaware were we of the
peril we would face.
One thousand curses!!
we missed the cheerless river,
and crashed did we,
breaking into slivers.
Dorken had a broken hand,
but Mindler shattered his leg,
there was shrapnel in my shoulder,
the effect diminished
by the cushioning forest.
For we heard the polish footsteps,
there was no time to waste,
Mindler unable to stand,
we had to plot in haste.
Dorken being the robust one,
carried Mindler on his back.
I carried the supplies,
shocked about what had happened,
and unaware of what would happen.
Why carry so much?
asked the exhausted Dorken.
What else, for the journey home!
I said, but he replied quietly,
There will be no journey home...
Part VI
We saw a grotto up ahead,
as if the earth opened it's mouth,
to gobble up the doomed travellers,
and take them into the darkness beneath.
But no choice we had,
for the footsteps boomed now,
and we entered the cavern,
unknowingly, unmindfully, carelessly.
They were still chasing us,
though the steps had fainted
along with the light,
and an unusual dreariness
surrounded us all.
For a minute or two,
we remembered the forgotten faces,
vanished did they,
after thundering crashes.
The poles had blocked the exit,
and we were concealed
in the sepulcher,
left only imagining our decaying destiny,
in the near future.
no flight of the wind,
nor any smell of leaves,
we could only taste dust,
and the sound of our tread.
We ate as much as we could,
and the food supplies finished.
but there wasn't no water,
to quench the desiccated throats.
Mindler was unable to endure,
the agony making him writhe,
we could hear his heart beat,
in the silent crypt.
But no longer were they audible,
and nor was his breath,
O creator! O destroyer!
could it have been worse?
The night did pass somehow,
Dorken and I terrified,
remembering the horrible university days,
which now seemed blissful.
We got up reluctantly,
the morning sun rose,
but we exclaimed in surprise,
how did we come to know?
The light did come from the left,
we followed it instantly,
after saluting our mate,
joyous and bitter we felt...
Part VII
We moved along the constricted
cavity, which was invisible at night,
noticing the sparkling opening,
getting larger and larger.
The scent of the cherry blossoms
reached our nose,
and filled our heart
with rejuvenating dynamism.
But found we did, only
to enter the enemy's camp,
that the efficacy had disappeared.
And we heard our heart crumbling within us.
They shot at us,
the bullet hitting Dorken,
he fell down and asked me to run,
I had no choice and no time to think,
and so I left him behind.
I have spent half a year,
wandering about the coast of poland.
trying to escape the country,
and reach East Germany.
Rivers I have crossed,
mountains I have traversed,
with the thought of Dorken,
at the death's door.
I have no news of my friends,
my companions nor of the war.
"Oh my friend! so you were in the army?"
said the fellow, "We have won the war!"
His shout stimulated the dead bar,
everyone crowding besides me,
as if unable to believe their vision,
They lifted me with all their adoration.
However, the actual verifiable truth
was different...
When we decamped the cave,
The wise Dorken had another plan.
"I would divert their attention,
you give me a backup." he began.
He passed without my acquiesce,
dumdfounded was I,
I had no words. I just stood there,
watching him fight, with a broken hand.
Alas my feet started moving,
and I was running to save myself,
laughing was my conscience,
at my cowardly act.
I escaped the fatal shore,
but left behind my comrades.
how could I go back to the university,
with the say of betrayal and defeat?
Now I was the idol of a village.
Yet, though Germany had won the war,
I myself, being alive had lost,
and Dorken having been asleep had won...
- See more at: https://allpoetry.com/poem/9154001-Courage-Under-Fire-by-Ananya-Chandra#sthash.gjVrRq2P.dpuf
Part I
In extreme daylight
near the german countryside
not a person, not an animal
anywhere to be seen
the grass only present
to hide the rotten face
merrily jumped up and down
forming sultry waves
but in the fiery illumination
there was a submissive lad
walking in the darkness
on a meandering trail
his quizzical look
said everything
duller than the ditchwater
stoppeth the cuckoo sing
alas he came to a settlement
worse than any wreckage
this was not to be the end
of his pilgrimage
drain of the shower
magnet of the iron
and shine to the sunflower
became he
quoth the head;
watch your leg,
enter not in land
of glee
surprised by the greeting
walked to the head did he,
a shilling, few pennies
enough to keep him serene
he smelled the vintage
heard the cabaletta
n rotated
towards the iron
being the nucleus of the village
unlikely from the rest,
twas the white flesh
of the coconut case
antiquate door opened he
to step on deer drugget
sat on a creaking chair
and ordered a drink bucket
brought the aged vendor
the finest of the liquor
sipped on, sipped on
to end the long last pleasure
came another uncanny fella;
what thy upto?,
In the army I was
responded the man...
Part II
He commenced reciting;
the German Army Academy
I entered, The training we
started awfully
my room was like a rat's hole,
due to the size and mess,
in the vast institute
of increasing burden and stress
the headmaster Schindler
with his watchful observant eagle eyes,
catching the prey when noticed
from an immense height
the time of drill
came time and again
when the sun rose at dawn
leading to a roar of damnation
followed by a volcano it was
when Schindler beat us with rods
march, march, march we did
and finished the day with sighing nods
back ache, head ache
we moaned with our might,
joined in the morning
was a puzzle from the night,
yet, opened the eyes
without any repentance
march, march, march
to finish with greivance
with unchanged seasons
the days were greased,
and I had celebrated ma quarter
when the world seemed to cease
a bang outside the window
we were startled first,
nine ten bullets inside the room
and were running to be nursed...
Part III
The poles had started it
luring us into the war
killing the younglings
the plan was gore
the ball had hit the hive
and the bees flew,
the siren heard;
prepare for coup
filled was the lobby
with dumbfounded buzzes,
the packs into flocks
were converted in disbelief
no more firing was heard
until midnight,
but the kitchen into flames,
the situation became plight
called out schindler
names of honour,
the most trusted ones
were selected for cover
three were saved,
two were burnt,
helpless they had become
the sheep had learnt
After the sleepless night
the morning sun had risen
without the routinely drill
without the routinely curses
only the memories shrilled
the well known cook Laenord,
twenty years of his life
had devoted to the institute
without a word of strife
alas ma best friend Jason
always laughing was he
filled with tears am i now
i could do nothing,
nothing to save him free
I wasnt going to rest
and so wasnt anyone,
prepare for battle we would
and so we had pledged
Next day we entered the lobby
rather filled with determination
Schindler started chanting
the prayer followed by plans
Along with the squadron leader
two more were to go,
to capture the Polish border flag
shadowing the bombardment show
Schindler with pure concentration
began to list the list of doom
Dorken, an obvious name
along with Will Droon
Stopped my heart it did,
"But Why?"
asked the uncanny fella,
for my name was the latter...
Part IV
mixed emotions besieged me,
was i happy
or was i dismal,
i had been trapped.
Nevertheless I had to prepare,
and had to return,
to see the faces
of well familiarity
and yet again march we did
being watched by the eagle eyes
not only two, but many
of the envious observers
they would stare at us
and speak mean things
on the sly, worse than
hell it had become
Could not stand it us two,
decided to find the prime fox.
We asked the gullible Heite;
it is Garry Weenown,
he voiced in no time
instantly we met
our novel fox professor,
seeing us pace
he flew towards the door
shoot, shoot and shoot
we did, the crowd running
towards the entrance,
blocked was the poor fox cunning.
he lay on the floor
writhing in agony,
commended we were by schindler
to have caught a polish spy.
Nothing to be happy, to be chipper
for this was not the end,
it was rather,
the calm before the storm...
Part V
The day approached
like a lion in the hassock,
for we could do nothing
to make it stop
The squadron leader dismounted
the experienced one in the group,
the catalyst to the reaction
we moved another step close
Schindler saluted farewell
as we mounted on the P-51
Dorken assisted Mindler,
while I took over the gun
An unusual plan it was,
for not united with the
main army we had.
All alone in the mist
we travelled like an insect
in the mammoth ocean.
alas we reached the sleeping border
stealthy enough in the dark,
atleast thought so we did,
before the dog upon us bark.
Mindler tried beyond compare,
and we started praying,
but heavy artillery
did succumb our prayer.
falling were we
like a shooting star.
like an ant in the sink,
were we in the devil's own lair.
flowing towards the river
below, through a stagnant sky,
unaware were we of the
peril we would face.
One thousand curses!!
we missed the cheerless river,
and crashed did we,
breaking into slivers.
Dorken had a broken hand,
but Mindler shattered his leg,
there was shrapnel in my shoulder,
the effect diminished
by the cushioning forest.
For we heard the polish footsteps,
there was no time to waste,
Mindler unable to stand,
we had to plot in haste.
Dorken being the robust one,
carried Mindler on his back.
I carried the supplies,
shocked about what had happened,
and unaware of what would happen.
Why carry so much?
asked the exhausted Dorken.
What else, for the journey home!
I said, but he replied quietly,
There will be no journey home...
Part VI
We saw a grotto up ahead,
as if the earth opened it's mouth,
to gobble up the doomed travellers,
and take them into the darkness beneath.
But no choice we had,
for the footsteps boomed now,
and we entered the cavern,
unknowingly, unmindfully, carelessly.
They were still chasing us,
though the steps had fainted
along with the light,
and an unusual dreariness
surrounded us all.
For a minute or two,
we remembered the forgotten faces,
vanished did they,
after thundering crashes.
The poles had blocked the exit,
and we were concealed
in the sepulcher,
left only imagining our decaying destiny,
in the near future.
no flight of the wind,
nor any smell of leaves,
we could only taste dust,
and the sound of our tread.
We ate as much as we could,
and the food supplies finished.
but there wasn't no water,
to quench the desiccated throats.
Mindler was unable to endure,
the agony making him writhe,
we could hear his heart beat,
in the silent crypt.
But no longer were they audible,
and nor was his breath,
O creator! O destroyer!
could it have been worse?
The night did pass somehow,
Dorken and I terrified,
remembering the horrible university days,
which now seemed blissful.
We got up reluctantly,
the morning sun rose,
but we exclaimed in surprise,
how did we come to know?
The light did come from the left,
we followed it instantly,
after saluting our mate,
joyous and bitter we felt...
Part VII
We moved along the constricted
cavity, which was invisible at night,
noticing the sparkling opening,
getting larger and larger.
The scent of the cherry blossoms
reached our nose,
and filled our heart
with rejuvenating dynamism.
But found we did, only
to enter the enemy's camp,
that the efficacy had disappeared.
And we heard our heart crumbling within us.
They shot at us,
the bullet hitting Dorken,
he fell down and asked me to run,
I had no choice and no time to think,
and so I left him behind.
I have spent half a year,
wandering about the coast of poland.
trying to escape the country,
and reach East Germany.
Rivers I have crossed,
mountains I have traversed,
with the thought of Dorken,
at the death's door.
I have no news of my friends,
my companions nor of the war.
"Oh my friend! so you were in the army?"
said the fellow, "We have won the war!"
His shout stimulated the dead bar,
everyone crowding besides me,
as if unable to believe their vision,
They lifted me with all their adoration.
However, the actual verifiable truth
was different...
When we decamped the cave,
The wise Dorken had another plan.
"I would divert their attention,
you give me a backup." he began.
He passed without my acquiesce,
dumdfounded was I,
I had no words. I just stood there,
watching him fight, with a broken hand.
Alas my feet started moving,
and I was running to save myself,
laughing was my conscience,
at my cowardly act.
I escaped the fatal shore,
but left behind my comrades.
how could I go back to the university,
with the say of betrayal and defeat?
Now I was the idol of a village.
Yet, though Germany had won the war,
I myself, being alive had lost,
and Dorken having been asleep had won...
- See more at: https://allpoetry.com/poem/9154001-Courage-Under-Fire-by-Ananya-Chandra#sthash.gjVrRq2P.dpuf
/~~~\
|~~~|
She gazes round
Are you there?
The GREAT ABANDONING
is the only thing going down
She is looking for those who are looking to see
Who are still looking for those who are looking
For those unafraid to be seen
(Are you here?)
Soon soon
OH SO VERY SOON!
Only WAR
Only DEATH shall be known
She stands alone in the lonely
Bar
"Hey babe come home with me"
Are the only words that are spoken
Words that she shall never heed,..
her POV ..
Edited by deepavasudev - 11 years ago
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