The moment i saw him, my heart leapt with ecstasy
I took a fond and swift sprint to hold his hands with mine
I felt the warmth as we danced close to the bonfire
But soon the fire turned to the burning phase of his pyre
The dream ended as I woke up fighting away the tears
I wish Shaurya was still alive, if only, i could have him near
My hopes will kill these days of sorrow
dear shaurya, see you in my dreams tomorrow.........
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