Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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To my martyred father, my proudest salute.
I shall not shed a tear. I shall not cry. I am resolute.
To my anguished and widowed Mother I say,
“Mother, wipe your tears. Do not cry. Nay!”
Hold your head high and keep walking on tall
My Father died defending his duty’s call.
His death is not in vain and so what if he is no more?
“Mother, he died protecting a value he held to his core.”
That India is his mother; he is a child of this earth
And it is this very bosom he died defending, this hearth.
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