STORY OF VALOUR
His body now lies beneath the earth,
He embraced death just like the birth,
The tombstone that sits by his grave
Is not the one carved out of granite,
Still his grave is a splendour site,
With that gun standing on his military boots.
Yeah, he was not there to witness those gun salutes,
But the tricolor he died for was there accepting all his tributes.
The tricolor waved like a wave on a rough sea,
As if it was bidding goodbye to another sailor it will never see,
Like this one more story of valour came to an end,
And for a writer, another magnificent tale was ready to be penned..