1998 was the year that it all began,
What was previously perceived as impossible, BP Singh proclaimed "Yes We Can".
It has been the hottest commodity on Indian Television for 16 long years,
By being head and shoulders above all and sundry, CID has earned the respect of its peers.
Since its grand inception, it has tended to rustle a fair few important feathers,
A chasm of envy for some, and a chasm of glittering happiness for all others.
It has awed the audience and mesmerized us into silent veneration.
Its brilliance is a norm, a rare failure an aberration.
An hour of poignant emotions and sublime drama,
Immaculate in conception, clinical in execution.
All we do is hope that this beautiful show earns all the plaudits it deserves,
In this world of cynicism and sadism, CID is the one thing that embellishes our happiness reserves.
The dashing duo are the undisputed pillars of this scintillating show,
Their ethereal performances transcending all boundaries, to them we bow.
Fabulous flair embroidered with the finest gossamer silk, they have carved themselves a niche,
A Detailed panoply of all their works would create the most sumptuous pastiche.
ACP pradyuman brings forth exuberance and panache,
Shreya, the avid learner, is as sweet as white chocolate ganache.
Purvi, the wondrous beauty, is an embodiment of life's joyous essence,
Delighting us, week in week out, with her quintessential effervescence.
Not to forget, the impeccable Sachin and Freddy, the innocent charmer,
Rajat's hardline brazenness and Pankaj's funny frolics induce an excited murmur.
They are irreplaceable cogs of the gracefully lilting CID wheel,
They instill in us renewed vigour and an imploring zeal.
It is an amazing feeling being a CIDian,
Undaunted spirit, unquenchable thirst and a disciplined flamboyance.
All make up this phenomenon, a matter of immense pride for one and all,
A show, which the most exalted pantheons do call.
We are irrevocably in love with CID,
It is not a fleeting dalliance.
A panacea for all strife,
A genuine lagniappe in the ocean of life.😃
They stood still in yawning shock as a bullet tore through him
He lost his senses and the shooter rose with an evil glint
The shooter was soon shot dead by the officer's dearest companion
But the wounded man was struggling for every single breath
While the ambulance was still stuck amidst an ignorant traffic
The tear-jerking eyes knew they were never so feeble before
The doctor said he can't survive long
The broken team went in pretending to be strong
But he could see their real faces behind the weak mask, lying on his bed
Alas he didn't know what it meant for them to lose him
The team screamed aloud as his breathing got heavier
Preparing injections, electric shocks, all useless!
He recalled his best moments as a brave and devoted officer
While the team's helplessness was purely expressed
Soon a killing silence, stole their beloved one away
Their eyes blinded by emptiness inside
They couldn't live he had died
Suddenly an officer spotted his toe moving, yes he was alive!
Happiness was boundless, but they had to resume their duties with a heavy heart.
Soon they received a call and rushed in the hospital to find their brave heart smiling
He wanted to join them, but was restricted to take rest.
Yet when the officers were in the bureau
He walked in with his lovely smile
"Inspector Daya reporting sir"
And brought in the lost aura
Smiling faces, happiness, completeness everywhere
What he faced was the worst of all
But, still he rose!
A day of Aug.'09- 'twas but a nightmare for the team.
Whose the enemy within?Little could anyone deem.
But Sr.Insp.Daya,he defied all odds-saved his friend,
Risked his own life and put enemy's plans to an end.
When all the clouds of trouble did seem to leave,
Shocked and aghast-they could not believe.
There he lay,shot and wounded.
They wished,'if we could but undo it'.
Tears rolled down their eyes.
Never had they thought such a situation could rise.
Freddy,Abhijeet,ACP-they all wished,with a true heart
That their dear fellow,from them,never does depart.
He did battle death, and emerged victorious.
Their eyes sparkled with glee and a victory glorious.
And thus it was-the sun shone bright and clear.
Full of happiness did the whole team appear.
He entered the bureau with a humble and heroic gait.
So much elated were Abhijeet & ACP,one cannot in words state.
Affably,he spoke,"Inspector Daya reporting sir".
Full of felicity and pride for him they were.
Seeing Daya back, joyous was their mood.
They felt within the team a vigour renewed.
Zealous,ready to solve case,with ever so profound dedication.
The evident zeal made 'em smile-the bond reflected in the conversation.
Indelible,a moment so memorable it is.
Cherishable,a moment of infinite bliss.
Together they'll fight for truth,for justice,forever.
With a bond as strong as can be,they stand united as ever.
How does it feel to finally have a refreshing shower of rain
After a demonic inferno, that ravages like a mark of Cain?
For this moment I speak of followed an episode most dire
Not many here can easily forget the rage of that hellfire
Four years ago it came, give or take a month or two
A tale of betrayal, suspicion and most wrathful ire
A faceless impostor, red herrings, the question, "It is who?"
It was but a set-up to that devilish moment of hellfire
It came like a raging hurricane, oh how it shook us all
A river of blood and fatal injury to he who stood up tall
Daya sir had been shot; Abhijeet sir dispatched that evil liar
But even as they rushed him away, down came that hellfire
The terrible news was an utter shock, like some horrific dream
The wound had been deadly; our bodies and hearts flared like a pyre
For our beloved senior, we sobbed along with the team
As his eyes closed and body went still, we were consumed by hellfire
Amid rumours most hateful and vile, we spent a terrible week
The sight of his successful recovery, desperately we did seek
But then from a sea of grief, risen as though from a mire
Came a most welcome miracle, out of that raging hellfire
Relief flooded our hearts as we then saw his body stir
Safe and sound he was, going strong, the hero we all admire
What a sight was their reunion, the team with Daya sir
For nothing can break our bond, not even this hellfire
The sight of his triumphant return, his majestic gait and stride
Was simply unforgettable, our hearts flew with joy and pride
Pros and cons and all, watching that moment we never tire
For it embodies our bond with them, that case of raging hellfire
Theme 1:
1 - 6/10
Wish you had gone a bit more deep into the subject.
For eg in stanza 1 it is a general feeling, what is it that CId adds to life is not mentioned. I didn't understand the meaning of 'pot' in this line - 'being a cidian pot the meaning'.
2 - 8/10
Lovely poem, fits the theme well and also mentions our forum which is an important aspect of being a CIDian.
3 - 6/10
This poem is lovely as a standalone poem, but it mentions about CID, not about being a CIDian. Hence cutting marks.
Theme 2:
I cannot comment on any of these poems in theme 2. All are about behrupiya and they all are awesome...we can see that every poem here has been written straight from the heart. Giving marks to these poems is unfair, still I'll give..
1 - 9.5/10
2 - 9.5/10
3 - 10/10 (this the most 😭 of all, hence half mark extra)
4 - 9.5/10
5 - 9.5/10.
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