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The Black Day 14th February 2019

The Black Day?
How can Black be a "Day",can you say?
When young souls lost their lives
Leaving behind their children and wives!

Happiness of the Wife leaped no bounds when she use to see him in Uniform!
But couldn't make him see the child who is newly born.
How a mother's lap became empty,as her Son Got Martyred for Nation's Duty
How a Child Lost his father,left to stay only with the mother.

Life is not bed of roses,He knew
All he knew was ,he is among the "Few"
He had to fight and get back ,
Get back the Nation ,it's pride ; it's Honour
But nothing can be compared with his bravery and valour.!
A day of Valentine  with no longer be "mine" for her!
What will be left will be only the memories so far...
Memories of love,friendship and  brotherhood!
Their loss can never be quantified,neither can be understood !
Sleepless nights  turned into peaceful sleep.
Where He is On for Heaven's Meet!
Few years later ,or after a decade ,it will be heard in every family!
Where each child will be inspired,and encouraged to serve the Nation  Proudly!


Sookannya Dasgupta
16th Feb 2019

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