Anushka Mimani, Class XI G
A thousand dead, crowd, a dark brooding land,
Whispers choking, him, in the middle, head bent.
Shamed by many he was, but ashamed?
Not in the slightest, for he was a patriot, a hero.
But just like fate, opinions differed, the shadowless,
Awaiting impatiently, for the sun was finally on their side!
The voice boomed, “Guilty as charged.”
And the war drums began.
