Paths of laments remain tact
He swiped the lane.
Little did he know, winning the shield?
Made him, stay immortal for the field
The war is over
Files of cargos at rest
He still breathes the air
Full with betray for races
I speak, I talk to him
He is calm yet readable
Country being his duty
Love knew their sanity
He aimed at the clueless
Shivering for the traces!
Breaking the woods, he raised
Wary were his lanes
He stepped for the cause
Being slain at remorse
Eyes meeting the soil
He fought with no disdain
None to see, none felt
Mother earth’s bleeding plight!
Toddler’s innocence- “who he was?”
Son of his country
Son of the earth
“My son-and he never turned back!”
