Body was flown

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By Jadia4708au

His body was flown by special plane People flocked the streets and occupied the lane Both the sides were full of children and ladies What a great and honorable death if someone dies! We observe countless road accident deaths The vehicle owner or driver faces the people’s wrath It will be suicidal to remain present on the scene The irate mob will lynch or create ugly scene not to be seen The death is such probability that can not be discounted by anyone It may come at destined time even though may not be liked by someone It may be highlighted more if life is laid down for noble cause It has remained always on high note as of now and it was It was put to us that he had preferred frontal attack He was fired form all the sides and back There was no time to signal the warning He had no option but to open the firing As the fate would have it and he felled to bullet But he did not allow enemy to advance or let He single handedly bore the brunt Enemy could not get what they wanted from hunt We had considered him useless when was among us He was naughty and we did not believe or trust For going out of village was essential and must He did not want to live in dishonor or feel to disgust The person chooses his own carrier He may prefer to be lover or warrior He is reminded of responsibility when see in mirror Even though he might have felt it as grave error So when the news was spread for her sacrifice All persons left their place of work or office They rushed to see the martyr’s body Even though he was not liked previously by anybody It is not the person but his work is appreciated His life time achievement is praised and equated He might have lived with in his ordinary style But it was not the occasion to forget it for a while Anywhere in the world the words are always dedicated The willingness to go for help is readily indicated No one may show disrespect to whatever he had done The past may not be remembered and considered as by gone I remembered him being frank and honest He was always blunt in doing at his best Today once he is no more among I fear something might have definitely gone wrong

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