Death Of A Soldier

They had just spent loving time with their near and dear ones.

The mood upbeat, they were returning back to their barrack's.

A home away from home. Here they had the nation's security to take care of.

In a second, their bus blew up in a great big flame of fire, fragmented burnt bodies and mashed steel and wood.

The shocked nation watched the massacred martyr's, the blood and gore spread all around.

Families waited in agony for a ring in their phones. Alas their hopes were dashed.

They awaited the return of their loved ones in wooden coffin's draped in nations tricolour.

A grief that's going to stay with them for the rest of their empty lives.

Nothing can replace their loved ones who didn't deserve to die young.

Om shanthi