AMELIORATION
The storm that hit across the shore was vile
No word of truth or distance silenced its roar
Armed from their hideouts they reached
The gateway of winter fearing none
Oh, Taj, the memorial of love or sepulchre?
Swayed for requite crossing lines of life
Fire and havoc the script of blind might
Smothered the treaty of peace in summits
From the remnants of fate and battles
The flag that of valour and faith
Moulded in reverence an era of progress
Candles and flowers in one prayer hall of memory
For a day that of farewells
For all seasons to remember
With all reverence..
Rema Pisharody
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