On the Death of Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw

by Ravinder Malhotra

Grieve not what has come to pass
For times have changed alas!
That once so revered in every heart
Treated unjust as he depart

Where was the hallowed Chieftain?
That glorifies ‘Raisina Hill’
Like a chickadee she vanished
As Sam lay there still

And where did all her courtiers hide
So easily lost their ground
As awe filled grieving soldiers did
The last bugle sound

Numbered were a precious few
To replenish the moral well
Stood grieving silently
Their somber faces tell

What morals have been laid to waste?
For offices born of greed
How much more they all can stoop
Till where shall they recede

Not one did stamp this evil breed
No soul to question why
These rustics that to power cling
Forlorn they too shall die

08-Jan-2010

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