POETRY: GLAMOUR VS HONOUR ... in honour of defence forces

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

GLAMOUR VS HONOUR

(In honour of defence forces)

AWAY FROM THE GLAMOUR AND IN A CORNER,

I LEAD A LIFE OF HONOUR,

WHERE I DEFEND MY MOTHERLAND,

WHILE YOU CLAIM ALL THE GLAMOUR.

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FOR MY MOTHERLAND IS MY HONOUR,

ABOUT WHICH THERE IS NO CLAMOUR,

WHERE IN THE LINE OF CONTROL,

I OFTEN DISPLAY MY VALOROUS BANNER.

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AND WHEN I STAND IN THE BORDER ALONE,

I FIND IT IS BEREFT OF ANY GLAMOUR,

WHERE IN THE DREDGE AND MURK,

I DEFEND MY HONOUR,

WHILE YOU SLEEP AT HOME,

IN THOSE SERENE CORNERS.

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WHEN I ENTER THE MARTYR’S MEMORIAL,

I FIND IT IS DECORATED WITH HONOUR,

BUT THERE IS NO GLAMOUR.

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AND ONE DAY WHEN HONOUR MET GLAMOUR,

GLAMOUR HAD LOTS TO CLAMOUR,

BUT ONLY ABOUT GLAMOUR,

FOR GLAMOUR FELT,

HONOUR HAD NOT MADE GLAMOUR,

BUT GLAMOUR HAD MADE HONOUR,

BUT DID’NT REALISE,

WITHOUT HONOUR THERE WON’T BE ANY GLAMOUR.

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HONOUR RETURNS DISILLUSIONED,

AS GLAMOUR REFUSES HONOUR’S ... HONOUR,

AND WHILE KEEPING A WATCH AT THE LOC,

THE SOLDIER IN ME CLAMOURS,

ABOUT THE DISHONOUR BY GLAMOUR.

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BUT THE CALL OF DUTY,

SWEEPS ASIDE ALL THE DISHONOUR,

WHERE ONCE AGAIN,

IN THE PITCHING SUN, HITTING RAIN,

AND FROSTY COLD,

I EMBARK UPON MY DUTY,

TO DEFEND MY MOTHERLAND,

FOR LET MY DUES REMAIN AS MY DUES FOR MY NEEDY COUNTRYMEN.

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AND THE “HONOUR” OF MY NATION IS MY “SOLDIER,”

 AND THE GLAMOUR—ANYTHING THAT DISHONOURS MY “SOLDIER.”

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