goodbye when poignant in the valley of the tunes
morning never be the wishing by the tea cup
breeze when passes by the desire for trudging the top hill
hope yet slakes by the swing to touch moon or the sea

passion when exalts the freedom by the glow
purpose never be defeated by the brave man
gallant soldier still remembers his night by the home
the fight yet rigid in the frame of iron across the bayonet

it is not the cupboard love that you left the home
near and dear ones when remember with the grimaces
blood still intones by the vain never being saddled
shadow yet cuts the glow by the heedless haze

greens when surmise the sorrow by the mainstay
I will not be the same man as I am by the flame
yet the gray hair falling to the ground by the age
hedge still betiding of the the hours by the tears

askance glares the lamp post by bequesting the glow
the curve of smile when meanders away by the mirror
I will just remember the days embracing the pages
History still loves the brave soldiers who fight the games

Dr subhendu kar

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