THE GENERAL ON THE RUN…..

The General gave them
Love,
Care,
Affection,
Instead,
commanded he
Only loyalty from them.
The General
provided them with
Sumptuous feasts
enchanting, sensuous beauties
to make their lives,
delightful,
hilarious,
ecstatic,
exhilarating,
and luxurious.
Also provided them,
with narcotics and,
costly wines in plenty,
making their lives,
festivals of inebriation
and celebration
instead commanded he,
only their loyalty.
The General in his palace was a happy man,
like a king surrounded,
by dancing, tending,
beauties,
with security-guards,
always on vigil,
around the palace,
ruled he like a,
Mughal emperor,
court dancers, danseuses,
musicians,
what all he demanded,
and commanded,
from his subjects,
was loyalty.
The General like,
his predecessors,
had his eyes,
centered on an,
invaluable gem next-door,
coveted it most,
demanded it first,
then fought for it,
and each time,
withdrew biting the dust,
that much powerful,
valiant and adventurous,
were the rulers and jawans of,
the neighbouring nation.
Generals after Generals,
facing chains of,
defeats,
recruited a gang of
‘valiant’, loyal,
dare-devils
showered them
with
love,
care,
affection,
all comforts,
luxuries of life,
money and expensive ornaments stuffed in sunny bags,
guns,
bombs,
grenades,
other such
sophisticated weapons,
demanding
only their loyalty.
Dare-devils,
ruthless were they,
suicidal were they,
trained ones were they,
infiltrated,
wearing blankets-
of darkness,
to the other side,
of the border.
Succeeded some,
perished some,
upon spotted by,
the valiant jawans,
of the country next door.
Succeeded ones,
wreaked havoc, mayhem,
gunned down innocents,
triggered explosions,
properties damaged,
devastated,
got caught a few of them,
others got killed,
not taken aback,
crawling from across,
the border continued,
non-stop,
ruthless were they,
suicidal were they,
continued to wreak havoc,
after havoc,
forcing innocents,
always caged inside,
their shells,
years of crawling,
gone futile,
fed-up naturally,
began they to backtrack,
leaving the once,
powerful General,
in a tizzy.
On the back-foot,
the dare-devils,
sensed the isolation,
of their Protector,
and shedding loyalty,
nursed they the dream,
of dethroning him,
turned they against him,
virtually wreaking havoc,
all the way,
explosions, killings,
on daily basis,
the General like an erstwhile is on the,
run now,
running naked for cover,
dreams shattered,
licking wounds,
like a lion on its back-foot.