Though it is my favorite spring, my heart is just filled with sorrow
It seems life has ended; there is no tomorrow.
No doubt, you were Country’s son,
You left us so early, this is not done.
I remember how, you hugged me to bid a good bye,
Were your promises of ‘togetherness for ever’ just a lie?
There you lie in front of me, motionless,
My life is not the same, it’s just a mess.
You made us and the nation so proud
Still ‘My son shall be like me’ echoes that sound.
You sacrificed the life for mother India like a true soldier,
Our son will surely will follow you, no matter how much I fear.
God took you away; maybe it was his plan,
May be good people are awaited for, even in heaven.
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