To the Men in Brown

Rattled to the clouds, as I traced the view

I don't see the man, who I once knew.

Followed me to the skies, now trapped behind doors

Have you worn darkness, or are my eyes closed?

Then from a distance a cheer emerged.

Was this a sound of joy or rain to my perch?

Flying through lanes, whose silence seemed to haunt,

As if an enemy waited, to quench his want.

I chased the sound, until I reached its home

This place had a light like embers turned from stones.

A warrior stood there, his head crowned of duty,

An armour not of steel, brown was its beauty.

He stood beside a lady, her hair white as snow,

Yet my eyes found in the two, the colors of a meadow

Life emerged from doors, as he greeted her with flowers

Her wrinkles gave a smile, one resembling the showers.

Her tears set like dew, on her winter face

His smile carried the words "Our country is safe."

Just then a plant showered its crown

And whispered to my feathers "To the man in brown"

And up I flew with his bestowal, in the sky's empire

"Grace his courage O Lily! My heart feels whose fire,

As I let it go, it performed a dance so neat

Rested a while on the shoulders, then gently slipped to his feet

And I smiled at the lily, which held my faith in disguise,

It had danced upon the shoulders where India resides.