Black Rose

When the world celebrated the day,  With red roses, cakes and gifts,  They, oh my… were left to celebrate,  With red, not roses, but blood…    What was their fault?  None I would say.  They were just going,  From one camp to...

The Camp

An active location, bustling with action,  Where sirens call in the time,  And the sound of boots play all around.    Young faces, eager and enthusiastic,  All looking fit and fine,  Occupied the makeshift tents in the camp.    Some, were new,...


Away from family, friends and cozy home, They withstand the severe heat, rains, wind and storm. They put their lives at stake, to save the nation, And it is because of them, that we breathe free. Air, land,...

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