Walking with a smily face,
Holding that hollow space...
Embarked engraved and deeply seated,
In the path where peace was
defeated...
Withholding a story never told
Waiting for my truth to unfold,
A story of resilience,
A story of dedication,
A story of heartbreak,
It's a story of immense generosity...
A story chasing me...
Or am i the one chasing the story??
It's a story of a girl who loves..
A girl who always stood up....
Ran, walk, and even crawled but never gave up.
The story still goes on with the void in heart... even on the good bad and the ugly days!

Path of sunshine got lost in eclipse;
And the clear skies turned to massive storms!
Bed of roses to crown of thorns,
The glass rose broke and bleed, and she was left to weep!
Vain enclosed the heart that always learned to love..
Indeed, the city roads lost something to suburbs
As the exhausted candles could never lit up.

He didn't know the people he saved,
flew towards it when his service waved!
Got his name on the skies engraved!!
A man with unquenched valour,
He was indeed a sky sailor,
With a big heart and a bigger steel within,
His flame was intense compared to his machine!
With dedication, love, and courage, making him a complete man,
Protected civilians even when he couldn't land!
Indian skies will always remember your story...
To, a lot of men in blue, men in white and men in olive, as you touch the sky with glory!