Under the lampshade,
I retrace those letters,
Written once to the hearts of men,
Who stood brave, at the battle gate.
Under the street light,
I repost those letters,
To my long dead forefathers,
As a parable of courage.
Under the moonlit sky,
I return back,
Crooning praises in a lay,
Of staunch commitments in war days.
Under the cross,
I send my regards,
And shed a tear for the martyrs,
Immortal in our hearts.
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