As the borderline turns to Darvaza crater,
Flaming the fuming fueds,ashes flying away,
Lit ablaze are the souls of saviours with no deter;

Firing away vigour, vaporizing wonted bravery into the wick of this universe..
Little did they know that fuel inside the lantern was indeed rising up to illuminate the darkness that's perverse;

Back home  love yearns, Care wanders,
meekly afloat, adrift to reach out the fallen.. Yet respectful honor prevails to veil
The luminous eyes, tormented cheeks,
Weak lined lips, trembling jaws, quivering voice of sullen..

The entire world pays thier respect, celebrates the martyrdom..
While they are caught in a stillness
A conflict of defeat and pride..
Chaos of doom and bugle of knight..

They remain the chosen ones,
Fighting fearlessly, winning vehemently,
Living grandeur of guiless life gallantly..

This righteous spirit seized me,
helplessly tethered mind becomes free,
To look up to to the sky and find them shine brightly against all odds..
smiling in their pain as though,feeling no vain..

Time to put cowardice under pyre,
Remind how the consequences can be dire,
Staying true to our essence of humanity
Make them surrender to hue of
conviction in fatality..