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– By Harini Sri <\/strong> Men in uniform came, silent and proud, He didn’t make a woman a widow- His little brother wept that day. Years passed… The ageing couple did not plead, \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" – By Harini Sri Cl-X, VKV Jairampur Men in uniform came, silent and proud, Carrying a coffin, wrapped in the tricolour shroud. Medals gleamed brighter than the stars that night, Tales of his valour still echo in light. He didn’t make a woman a widow- He was young, never married Choose duty over dreams And […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-274494","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-spark"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/274494","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=274494"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/274494\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=274494"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=274494"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=274494"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nCl-X, VKV Jairampur<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nCarrying a coffin, wrapped in the tricolour shroud.
\nMedals gleamed brighter than the stars that night,
\nTales of his valour still echo in light.<\/p>\n
\nHe was young, never married
\nChoose duty over dreams
\nAnd silently carried
\nThe weight of a nation
\nIn his final breath.<\/p>\n
\nA silence only loss could say<\/p>\n
\nAnd that little boy, once small and shy,
\nGrew into a fine man, head held high.
\nA soldier now, he took the vow-
\nTo guard the land, like his brother somehow.<\/p>\n
\nWith trembling hands, and hearts that bleed
\nThey blessed him with a steady gaze
\nAnd send him off with pride.
\nThey gave their last child to Bharat Mata once again.<\/p>\n