goodbye when poignant in the valley of the tunes br morning never be the wishing by the tea cup br breeze when passes by the desire for trudging the top hill br hope yet slakes by the swing to touch moon or the sea br br passion when exalts the freedom by the glow br purpose never be defeated by the brave man br gallant soldier still remembers his night by the home br the fight yet rigid in the frame of iron across the bayonet br br it is not the cupboard love that you left the home br near and dear ones when remember with the grimaces br blood still intones by the vain never being saddled br shadow yet cuts the glow by the heedless haze br br greens when surmise the sorrow by the mainstay br I will not be the same man as I am by the flame br yet the gray hair falling to the ground by the age br hedge still betiding of the the hours by the tears br br askance glares the lamp post by bequesting the glow br the curve of smile when meanders away by the mirror br I will just remember the days embracing the pages br History still loves the brave soldiers who fight the gamesbr br Dr subhendu karbr br