People gathered to see,
Our brothers coming back home,
Their heads were high
And faces bright,
A glimpse of pride they unveiled.
Seeing my brothers returning home,
Surviving bullets, flaunting courage,
Roaring like lions symbolizing victory
Eyes glinting with rage and confidence
I shuddered imagining them all. [break]
Oh! How proud they were,
Returning home,
Untouched,
Unbeaten, safe and sound
Tired but contented
Waving an adieu to the rage and blood alone
Returning home
Returning home from a dreadful war!
The poet is a class 8 student at Nightingale Higher Secondary School, Kupandole, Lalitpur.
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