Sunday Poetry By Tapas Dey

Salute them

The train is running through the land towards its destination. Next to the engine,one compartment is for war-worn soldiers. Another one is for the civilians at the back. Unnoticed, one child entered the soldier's by little steps. Panicked, mother found her child on the vestibule. "No man, only the soldiers are there," said the child. Giving a bear hug, her mother said, "No my dear child, they are also men, salute them."

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