The bronze statue of that fallen Unknown Soldier,
A tribute to all who fell, whenever, wherever, by whomever!
White light is not colorless – It’s a perfect blend of all colors,
That commingled, disappeared and gave it,
Its purity, humbleness and invisibility!!
A tribute is a cry of heart and soul,
Honoring something noble, sacred and pure,
Paradoxically, it’s both beautiful and sad,
That’s why it’s a tribute, not a celebration.
You can pay tribute in any way you choose – I have no quarrel,
Melancholic bugle, French horn, pin-drop silence,
Flute, trumpet or twenty-one-gun salute.
I am only trying to follow, that barely audible whisper of my spirit,
I don’t expect anyone else to hear it, let alone understand it.
Just don’t ask me to place a name,
Under the bronze statue of that fallen Unknown Soldier!