It's the love for one'country
And not the hate for the enemy
That makes a soldier fight the war !!
Death is a mystic Death is a mystic whom everyone knows and everyone knows not too but certainly, death will for you one day come Walking in from nowhere or when expected least and walking away when expected most wanted or unwanted its entry is for sure Some are scared, some are not Some are there who want to dare Some others out there prefer not to talk Some die on their beds, at home some die in faraway lands unknown Some on the sands, some on the shores Some in the water or in the skies some on the rocks, others die doing their jobs But all die that's for certain and sure After death, the rituals, the mourning and all then the corpse is buried or burned the crowd will disperse and dissolve but the memories linger to deliver pain The near and dear will live on with flashes and fragments of memories of the gone slowly as the time passes on The person departed and all the memories are gone the muted past a vague memory hazy remembrances of the d...
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