I wrote this poem as small gratitude to all the brave hearted soldiers..
their country may be different, but their attitude towards life is same.
the personal scarifies for their duties towards country makes them "Hero"
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All those pictures, I couldn't be part
will have colors, gloss and contrast..
the frame of life, will hold those moments..
I will watch you, through the glass..
All those nights, I couldn't be part..
will have your eyes, staring at stars..
the sky of life, will hold those planets..
I will watch your Venus from my mars..
All those trips, I couldn't be part..
will have adventure and fancy bazaars..
the journey of life will hold those destinations..
I will travel with you in mini cars..
All those songs, i couldn't be part..
will have the music of all the spheres..
the melody of life ,will hold all those beats..
I will sing for you on strings of my guitar..
Remember,
The frame of life, will hold all those moments..
I will watch you, through the glass..
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their country may be different, but their attitude towards life is same.
the personal scarifies for their duties towards country makes them "Hero"
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All those pictures, I couldn't be part
will have colors, gloss and contrast..
the frame of life, will hold those moments..
I will watch you, through the glass..
All those nights, I couldn't be part..
will have your eyes, staring at stars..
the sky of life, will hold those planets..
I will watch your Venus from my mars..
All those trips, I couldn't be part..
will have adventure and fancy bazaars..
the journey of life will hold those destinations..
I will travel with you in mini cars..
All those songs, i couldn't be part..
will have the music of all the spheres..
the melody of life ,will hold all those beats..
I will sing for you on strings of my guitar..
Remember,
The frame of life, will hold all those moments..
I will watch you, through the glass..
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