{"id":806,"date":"2008-08-05T02:55:47","date_gmt":"2008-08-04T21:25:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/806\/icy-peaks\/"},"modified":"2008-08-05T02:56:21","modified_gmt":"2008-08-04T21:26:21","slug":"icy-peaks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/2008\/806\/","title":{"rendered":"Atop the Icy Peaks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Braving the cold and icy breeze<br \/>\nWhere even time seems to freeze<br \/>\nThis lonely sentry stands guard<br \/>\nOn this frozen terrain so hard<\/p>\n<p>There seems no way to brace<br \/>\nAgainst icy winds lashing his face<br \/>\nNo place to hide, no place to rest<br \/>\nNature torments this unwelcome guest<\/p>\n<p>There the sentry stands tall<br \/>\nAnswering his Motherland\u2019s call<br \/>\nShouldering such an onerous task<br \/>\nSo that his brothers may bask<br \/>\nIn sunshine \u2013 across this glorious land<br \/>\n&amp; as free citizens they can stand<\/p>\n<p>Does somebody care? \u2013 he knows not<br \/>\nHe manages with what he\u2019s got \u2013<br \/>\nA picture \u2013 of his wife and newborn son<br \/>\n&amp; hope \u2013 that their future will be a better one.<\/p>\n<p>He knows not what he\u2019s fighting for<br \/>\n-This endless, dirty, mindless war<br \/>\nMany of his mates are already dead<br \/>\n\u201cFor the country\u201d \u2013 it was said.<\/p>\n<p>But this country never really cared<br \/>\nOr even noticed how they fared<br \/>\nMaybe for \u2018progress\u2019 a price is to be paid<br \/>\nAnd such small sacrifices to be made<\/p>\n<p>He believes-<br \/>\nIt\u2019s said, \u201cIndia\u2019s making many a stride\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cIf so, I can also stand with pride<br \/>\nBraving this cold and icy breeze<br \/>\nWhere even Time seems to freeze\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Mukesh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Braving the cold and icy breeze Where even time seems to freeze This lonely sentry stands guard On this frozen terrain so hard There seems no way to brace Against icy winds lashing his face No place to hide, no place to rest Nature torments this unwelcome guest There the sentry stands tall Answering his [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,33],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-806","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-meditation","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/806","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=806"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/806\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=806"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=806"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=806"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}