Memories of the last salute

( This poem is dedicated to all the bravehearts of our country, who lay down their lives, to make this land safe for their fellow countrymen)

A bundle of joy is all I take,

Nothing special, nothing fake.

Bravehearts, we the nation make,

This, the one last keepsake.

What I've lost, what I've gained,

What was pleasure, what had pained,

What I gave, what remained,

To keep a track, I ain't trained.

Like a hen foraging for her chick,

Memories, my soul learns to pick.

Some so sweet, some that nick.

Built with valour, brick by brick.

Across the threshold when I go,

For a nation's love no placebo.

Whether high or whether low,

In this, my land, I linger so....

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