A Song Of Martyrdom Poem by SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

A SONG OF MARTYRDOM

Under The Shroud
He Was Tranquil, Quiet And calm.
Unaware Of the Boisterous, Tumultuous Crowd,
On the Way To Grave Yard
He Might Have been Dreaming Flowers And Belles.
Not Knowing About Martyrdom
He Was In A Profound Sleep.
Alas………He Was Martyriced By The Wicked Political Foxes.

In That Still Starry Night Three Destitute souls,
A Languid Middle Aged Widow And Two Teenage Girls
(His Mother And Two Sisters) Were Panicked By A Dream
They Dreamt The Amorous Eyes Which Fluttered On Their Youth.
Condolences………………………..Oh……..They Fear……They Hate…..
They Cannot Hide In Any Dungeon.
They Know not About Martyrdom.
In That Gloomy Snowy Night
In The Grave Yard
He Might Have been Dreaming Flowers And Belles……………………………..


K.SYAMCHANDRAN.K