Patriotic Poems Archive


Posted July 9, 2014 By admin
I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.

“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.

I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.

The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”

I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.

I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.

I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.

It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.

That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier.
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एक शहीद का बेटा!

Posted January 8, 2013 By admin

मेरे दोस्तों के पापा रोज उनको स्कूल छोड़ने आते हैं
आप मुझे स्कूल छोड़ने क्यों नहीं आते हो पापा
घर की एक दीवार पर आपकी एक तस्वीर टंगी हैं
माँ आपकी तस्वीर पर रोज फूल क्यों चढाती हैं पापा
घर की पूरानी अलमारी में एक यूनीफोर्म भी लटकी हैं
माँ रोज उस यूनीफोर्म को घंटो तक क्यों निहारती हैं पापा
माँ के हाथों में कंगन नहीं खनकते और पेरो में पायल भी
इश्वर से सारा दिन माँ क्यों ऐसे लडती रहती है पापा
माँ मुझे सीने से लगाकर थपकिया देती हैं अक्सर
माँ कहती है में शहीद का बेटा हूँ ये शहीद क्या होता है पापा!!

— सुनील “सोनू”

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