For sympathy's sake, on his demise,
Men talked of him, and women cried.
Till the day when a last breath he drew,
We scorned his rantings, just like you.
His suit I hear, went to his grave,
Pronouncing that the man was brave.
His life I hear, went into war,
Declaring that which he stood for.
No maiden of ours did he ever woo,
No confederate could get him through.
Hence no beloved marks his tombstone,
Just as him, his name alone.
Far from home, where his woman may await,
Unaware of her husband's twist of fate.
And here he lies, in a foreign land's cold,
Amid his chosen pride, among tales untold.
-Karan Ghosh
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