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.