The sacrifices that you have made,
Never going to be the waste,
Not to be forgotten, but to be honored,
Sooner or later in your life,
The sacrifices of our fathers on the land,
The sacrifices of our mother's womb,
The sacrifices of our soldiers in the battle ground,
The sacrifices of the souls on the crosses,
Never been neglected to be rewarded,
Rewards may be put in the goods train,
Believe, it will arrive at your door steps,
Of your hearts and minds,
to feel the strength of sacrifice,
The sacrifices have never been deleted,
from the page of karmic slates.
Good encouragement, Veeraiyah to know that our sacrifices are not in vain. One must never give up.
We reap what we sow, and the sacrifices we make for others are all accounted for. Good one Veeraiyah.
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The purpose of living is to sacrifice for the betterment of others. Nice poem.