On our way back after victory,

during our silent stroll,

when we could finally discharge bravery

and feel the feeling as a whole.

While most stood by with their heads bowed,

and showed their respect to our struggle,

you and I were hooked

to the sky, seeking our well-wisher,

the one who vowed to show us the path

right till the very end.

It was glowing a bit too bright

like the eyes during a goodbye.

The well-wisher who too endured our fight

was now ready to once again fly.

All three allowed tears to flow,

two had it concealed

and one displayed it as a show.

The purpose was over and it was time,

a fallen star allowed two new to shine

and while departing too, didn’t disappoint

as the path back was along its starry line.