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To,

The real heroes of the country,

As the adversaries fired, for his weapons he fumbled.

But all in vain as to the ground he crumpled.

He screamed in agony, face scrunched in pain.

But as his nation triumphed, all he felt was gain.

The comrades had given their all, leaving nothing to fate.

After all it was the country’s safety that was at stake.

At the funeral, his family reminisced.

Their eyes filled with unshed tears, gazing at the cist.

On the fighter’s tombstone, it was engraved,

Bold letters that read, ‘never seen a soul this brave.'

Soon darkness fell, indicating night.

As the dead soldier’s son whispered, “For the country, for my father, I will fight.”

Hritika Dalal