Original Glow Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

Thanks O' God!
We're the soil
Of our mother-lands
Feeling proud of being
Really so lucky-
If we die here, in service
Service of the native land.
And fortunate enough
Even, if we die abroad
Intermingling-
Into the soil of earth
The ultimate Truth
Death being a festival
Irrelevant-
Where we do celebrate
Shining might be our souls
Somewhere, in original glow.
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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.