They trudged along with tired steps,
Steps that promised eventual death;
Staring at the vacant horizon with wistful eyes,
They saw their wretched fates sealed before their sight;
Unquenched pangs rattled their bony frames,
Decaying hunger trickled of their sizzling pains;
Fatigue afflicted their souls with traumatic
calamity,
Weary eyelids drooped and faded into the crevasse of adversity;
But they continued to stagger weakly ahead,
As Death’s evil trance failed to abate;
Finally a cry of anguish escaped their parched lips,
Their hollow bodies fell on the searing silt;
Those destitute souls roamed, tortured and racked,
The piling bodies proof to blasphemy in the act;
Truth dawned upon the apathetic countrymen awhile,
Of the innocent sufferers who kindled the nation’s rise.
– Rehaan
