Poem Of The Day 22nd November 2013

**Zindagi** · 22-11-2013, 01:56 AM

Leave your home behind, lad,
And reach your friends your hand,
And go, and luck go with you
While Ludlow tower shall stand.

Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The conquering hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.

And you will list the bugle
That blows in lands of morn,
And make the foes of England
Be sorry you were born.

And you till trump of doomsday
On lands of morn may lie,
And make the hearts of comrades
Be heavy where you die.

Leave your home behind you,
Your friends by field and town:
Oh, town and field will mind you

Till Ludlow tower is down.

**Vampire** · 22-11-2013, 02:05 AM

Walaikumusalam

very nice poem

**thefire1** · 22-11-2013, 08:16 AM

Walaikum Assalaam

After reading the poem, I was wondering that what is the connection of 'Ludlow Tower' with this poem and then 'Google zindabad'

Searched few facts about "Ludlow Clock Tower' which was built in 1886 in Massachusetts and in 2011 it is declared as 'deteriorated'.

It is obvious in this poem that the poet is trying to seek the attention of people living around to help 'protecting this building' and be a part of 'saving this old monumental building or you will regret your live' !!!

I hope our generation also thinks likewise, as currently we do not care about our 'monumental' buildings and do extremely henious acts to destroy them. Thank you Zindagi, your poem reminds me the incident where Quaid-e-Azam's house (where he spent his last days) was bombed by 'terrorists'.

May ALLAH give us strength and wise thinking AMEEN.

Khush rahyeh

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