The man you see strolling around
the war memorial there,
is a faceless man of my country.
He has taken a pledge to light a candle
every night in the memory of those
who never die in any war.
The brave men ; who stick to tv during war
and watch our soldiers march like thunder,
carry a sting in their hearts and bitter taste in mouths.
There : this man has grown grey hairs,
who had only five feet of height.
Every morning he applies his dream
as a butter to his bread and eats last night's stale chapati in lunch.
After his dreadful job gets over,
in the night, he walks like a corpse
to the war memorial and lights a candle
in the name of those who want to die for
our country.
But I know he is courageous,
He keeps on living with hope.
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