But we look
In a different way
To this life
Here on this earth.
And since you are
Not there
We salute you
Looking at the sky.
But we are
Not allowed to
Say goodbye.
And we stay
To light the lamps
In the presence of
The sun.
All air,
All fire,
All gun.
And we know not
The loser and
The winner.
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