He shielded our freedom.
Indra witnessed his war cries,
His body was found dabbed under snow
Fingers still embracing his SLR trigger.
Sounds of screeching in his arena,
Around his bullet-ridden body wrapped in tri-colour.
Vermilion in her wife's hair bearing devastated in a second,
Her bangles are broken,
Her unborn angel is unaware how his dad redefined heroism.
Kins whose finger he grabbed to walk,
Are taking him on shoulders.
The tears in old man's eye,
Reflect matchless pride.
As he gives like light to
Pyre of his only lantern.
Clouds are weeping,
With no sparrows chirping,
Lord agni embracing the hero,
With finest of his flames.
He served the motherland the best he could.
As returns to five elements.
Making the existence of superheroes a truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem