The fighter with pen

Not a slave of gun,
He was a fighter with pen,,
Diary was his war field
Unfinished storie was the villain

Every raid of the scribbled words,
Use to make him writhe  in discomfort ,,
The empty pages,scattered ink,
 the soldier left behind every thing

He came back this winter
Badges in his chest;face sparkling in glory
Following him came an unfold diary
The wrapped tri-color will narrate the rest of the story

Mockery of education

Papers and pen
Rivers of marks,
Unwanted failure
and unreachable success.

Love,nature
No one is there to live,
Running with torrent of fame,
Destiny got no relief 

Execution,they call it
I call it a joke.
If you earn thousands of bucks
They think you are a happy folk.

You can't stop the river
You can take some water out of it
It doesn't make them weaker
Fighters just love it.

           

                                -Sudipa Adak