Amidst the “pitter-patter” of diamond rain droplets,
As though tearing the soft womb of the dark sky like rockets;
Lightning “crackled”! As though electrified, thunder “rumbled”!
Will my hopes, like brim-filling drops from a pot, get tumbled?

I am hurt often by rocks of failures “flumping” on me,
Human life seems to be a poem full of irony;
He’s the twenty-fourth soldier killed within twenty-four hours,
“Rustling leaves” and “whipping” wind used to sing of his powers!

Romantic scenes sound like death knells in sudden turns of life,
Waves of pains might be “crashing” in the heart of his young wife;
Hales seems to “snap” and asking where the future might leads to,
Soldiers saving the nation “whooshed” into undying woe!

“Booming”, “banking”, like the wars we fight; our lives dawn and end,
Sometimes “swishing”; sometimes “swooshing”; routine roughly resent!
Born with the breeze! Gone with the wind! Who cares, here, about whom?
Life is to live! When one lives, another is in the tomb!

Dead leaves “rattled” like my soldier friend’s well-starched uniforms,
Others may hear mine tomorrow amidst “howls” of the storms;
Singing the romance of wars? Get wounded! Killed! You will learn!
When none left to cry for you, truths of life you will discern!

Stop your “gurgling” now, O River, rushing to join the sea!
Pay a short homage to my friend, who’s like you in great plea!
Empty, he has commenced his journey to know what is more!
Lay him on your “lap”; reach safely to the eternal shore!