The uniform neatly pressed, 

With the corners sharp on touch. 

Few books and certificates, 

And photographs of family and God, 

Arranged carefully in the metallic trunk, 

With his name inscribed in white, 

Brought tears to his parents eyes, 

Even though their hearts puffed up with pride. 

Years later, the metallic trunk, 

With his name inscribed in white, 

Brought tears to his parents eyes, 

Even though their hearts puffed up with pride.

But, there was the flag in addition, 

To the existing belongings

As he came back home, wrapped in tricolor. 

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