They are martyred, atleast we bid our good byes.
We silently cry and atleast we know, they have moved on to some distinguished state of mind of ours. They are gone.
But now. We have no idea when about them: the POW/MIA*.They are too gone.
We have no option but to be there for them-
in case , they ever return.
And we might welcome them back,
Home…Homely……Hearth, Mother Earth,
takes them in arms.
To the fellows, we love a lot.
*In an moving tradition, the Indian Army keeps a table set for one, at the entrance of the dining hall of the National Defence Academy, Khadakwasla, with the chair tilted forward, hoping to welcome the homecoming of these men some day. (Prisoners of War/Missing in Action)