The Kazhak’s March

The-Kazhaks-MarchA dogged sliver of morning light,
breaks free from the fog’s grip, a new day,
and a new assault of memory,
out of the fading past comes marching
a squad of shining boots.

Let those heels dig in,
along the chalk-lined ruts of the parade ground,
see the red dust bounce up,
while the fists go scorching through the air,
now let that rasp in the chest wait.

Watch this phantom tableau,
played on the dusty shelves of the years,
sloping maroon berets and grim jaws,
shoulder to shoulder and eyes turned right,
while bugles wail and drums roll.

The grimacing sun, forever caught
in brass badges, shakes itself free today,
witness this rally of unyielding nerve,
the tiring feet of a centipede column,
plodding on an inner song.

Remember us,
you who await your rites of passage,
remember the teenaged squad
that marched then into the world of men,
a boundless adventure called life.

When our eyes have grown dull,
and the days stretch alone on will,
the last bastion, that fort of inevitable fate
awaits a lone footstep, the booted stride
that’s everlasting and eternal.

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12 Responses to The Kazhak’s March

  1. N Murali (999/80) November 2, 2011 at 12:08 pm #

    Hi Soni, Really a beautiful one. Took a full round of parade drill & march past. Ending is superb.

    • Soni Somarajan November 2, 2011 at 7:30 pm #

      Thank you, Murali Sir! Please drop in whenever possible. Your comments are much welcome.

  2. sulakshana November 2, 2011 at 2:56 pm #

    now that was amazing!

    • Soni Somarajan November 2, 2011 at 7:36 pm #

      Thank you Sulakshana!

  3. Mathew Dominic (911/79) November 2, 2011 at 11:25 pm #

    Hi Soni, touched a chord deep within….are you the ‘albatross’ from some some years ago? My recollection is….I took the liberty of advising you then to conserve yourself for greater things….still waiting for your own ‘Museum of Innocence’! Pleasure to see you back.

    • Soni Somarajan November 3, 2011 at 2:26 pm #

      Yes, Mathew Sir, the very same Albatross from 2003. Shocked me that you still remember, after all those years! Hope to see you here more often. Thx!

  4. Jubith Namradath November 3, 2011 at 2:44 pm #

    Loved it, Soni. 🙂 Somewhere deep from the memory lane, came the Highway Man riding, riding.

    “The grimacing sun, forever caught in brass badges, shakes itself free today, witness this rally of unyielding nerve, and the tiring feet of a centipede column, plodding on an inner song.” could easily be my favorite para.

    March Ahead!

    • Soni Somarajan November 4, 2011 at 8:05 pm #

      Jubith, considering that the SSKZM years rule the roost in our memories, it was a difficult task sifting through the numerous symbols and selecting the most apt images to convey the mood originally intended. For me, this poem is a work in progress, a search for that perfect metaphor. Thx for dropping by.

  5. Ceejo November 4, 2011 at 1:00 pm #

    loved it man..

    • Soni Somarajan November 4, 2011 at 7:40 pm #

      Thanks, mate!

  6. mh February 9, 2012 at 9:59 pm #

    soni..was great to revisit and enjoy this poem with all those ‘poetics’ on egroups.. looking forward to you joining the spree. i know one never finds a bull in a herd! will visit this page more often.
    rajesh

    • Soni Somarajan February 10, 2012 at 12:42 am #

      Thx, MH 🙂 Keep coming, and way to go with all that rhyming!

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