Taking cue from Lord Tennyson's poem, my respects to #Pulwama martyrs

Home they brought her #warrior dead
She nor swooned nor uttered a cry
His coffin draped in #tricolor
She had lost him forever
Tears accompanied her deep sigh

#Valor was his prized possession
They tell he lead from the front
Braving the bullets on his olive green
Crimson turned his chest in a moment

A soldier till his last breath
His war cry had risen hope
They unfurled the flag proudly
But lost their hero forever

A promise of no #tears
She had made in jokes
She would adhere to it
Though she knew how badly it did hurt

She rose up and went upto him
Gave him a proud salute
She would don that olive now
Her love would have to make it possible somehow





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