Every time a son fails to return home,
when the grim raven dusk descends;
A shooting star trails over the northern
horizon, leaving behind million sparkling
diamonds, a hero is fallen in the battlefield,
my heart makes a shrieking sound, simply
breaking into two halves, his ground beneath
me stands still,birds in the brain stop chirping,
My boy hasn’t arrived home yet….
( Poem is dedicated to the brave IAF Officer Abhinandan Vartham, pray for his swift homecoming)