HEROES

Since the genesis of time,when cities rose,
Barricades of men, as armies pose,
Lead by a league of chivalrous souls,
The mob christened them as Heroes.

They are not born;our idols, but they are made,
The mob worships them ,till they fade,
The youth dreams to be one of those,
Whom the mob christens as Heroes.

In a despotic world where the sane are rare,
Children starve and die,but very few care,
The bombs ,they kill, no religion it knows,
For some they are terrorists, for others, Heroes.

One man saves a hundred lives,
Chaos is beaten, faith survives,
The Sandeeps,the Sullys ,the Bhatras, they all chose,
To risk their lives, and made Heroes.

They rise amongst us in myriad forms,
In sports fields, screens and battlestorms,
Your insatiable expectations add to their woes,
They have to pay a price, to stay Heroes.

The Devil's sentinals are present and clear,
Within and without your wretched lives, filling it with fear,
In absence of heroes, sanity will be gone,
Because when a Hero is born, Hope is reborn.