...the unsung heroes tomb...

Lacking a brick pile
With no flag or file
Not in memory of folks

Are the perished ones.

Droplets of their blood
of the unsung heroes 
blessed by the sun, blooms
With a golden hue.  
Among green and blue
From the hell as cue. 

Gulmohar
The unsung hero’s tomb.

Look at me, agitated
Listen to me, aggravated.
Shouting their stories 
For what they died

citing their might
all their times fights 
for our lives rights,
even the city lights.

How they broke
The world of silence
Wrote. Drew. Taught
the world to fair fight.

But in the honks and sobs
Of buses and mob
Deafened by music, are
Blinded in speed of existence. 

Saddened they dive
Into bosom of earth
Moksha . Others,
Crushed by a tyre or
Carried away by a sole

But that's the thing
With unsung heroes ghosts.
From hell they bloom
Their droplets of blood
As Gulmohar
The unsung heroes tomb
For they have something to say.