When blood mingled into sand,
Not able to stand, they bent.
Over the bodies, who meant their soul,
Closed their eyes for the tears to ball.
Recalling the memories, spent with them,
At dawn, at dusk and at noon.
With a broken heart and zeal in eyes,
they cried, for the one's they cried.
Someone saw their hurt and tried,
to discourage the ones,
Who knew to fly.
They flew with the zeal, they had in their eyes,
For the one's who died, for whom they cried,
With those eyes, who had the zeal to fly.
They flew, flew and flew, then again
someone, to the grouund them threw.
But they had a burning desire,
When they  got surrounded with sorrow high,
They decided not to quit, and fly.
They made all the difficulties surrender,
To tell that someone, their blunder, Who tried to capture a bird, which with,
High sorrow too, knew to fly.....