To Our Fallen Hero

You died in the line of duty

In the name of the motherland

What a noble cause you were on

You died at the filthy feet of the terrorist

Who deserved not the right to life

Nature looked on as you succumbed

To the crime of the heartless

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We shall engrave your tombstone

In pearls of diamond and pearls of gold

With the most touching romance

Here lies the rumbler of the jungle

Owner of a million stars

Conqueror of battalions

Pride of our courage

Most beloved of our hearts

Son of our most beloved

We the living have nothing short of praise.

If our hairs were pens and our streams wells of ink

And the leaves paper and forests multiplied

Time unlimited and energies granted

We would run out of ink and paper

Booking down your deeds now gone.

Your symbol of courage and strength

Your sojourn that was glory

Shall forever be our story

That if white and black die and its narration undone

Our children and those of them shall

Keep you in song and speak of the legend

To their children to the world’s end.

If the sea valleys were baskets

Our tears would still be orphans of space

As we mourn you departed hero.

Miles and miles you went

Past the border of the land

Into the jungle of the devil

In the scorching sun and tiring sand

Wails of their children and women

Did not freeze your feet

You weren’t deceived by the quiet of their villages

You marched on and on

Trouncing, torching, rumbling in true spirit

The pride of the land

No order given did you belittle

Even when you saw in it pain


And you let metals talk


And you remained patriot


You remembered your hunger

You will forever remain our hero.

We shall name our children after your name

You whose life was to himself a souvenir

And were slaughtered by the terrorist

Cutting short your hunger to slaughter.