He reached the heavens, became a star
as he was martyred in a past war.
An immortal light that outshone the sun,
there never was one, there never will be one.
Bullets flying and the guns blazing,
nothing stopped him, there was no such thing.
Love for his land and blood flowed in his veins,
as up he charged on the rocky terrains.
While losing men gained the upper ground
though the enemies fired round after round.
While guns thundered from atop the hill
still he attacked the flank to make the kill.
Trying to save a comrade, didn't think twice,
ill-fated was the moment, he paid the price.
The man fell, in immortality rose his name,
the army was glorified in fervour and fame.
Prasenjit©1997-2021
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