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Felled down to ground by a terrorist’s round,
A rendezvous with death. 
Twas the destiny by fate indeed, that Unnikrishnan  met, 
Plucked away into his prime, gallant efforts in vain. 
Had he have cautioned slightly more accompanied by twain, 
The nation would have gained a son, 
And saved his loved ones pain. 
For every bullet made for gun a marking on its path, 
The one’s it slenderly misses, live to tell the aftermath. 
A man confined to train so hard, 
Protected from all glass and shard. 
Unfortunately too soon the day had come, 
To bid goodbye to all,  not some. 
If only every one of us, had learnt to love our neighbour, 
The world so rosy we would find, 
And never have to labour. 
Our world off course without remorse, 
Have lost themselves a major.  
The enemies from a neighbouring land, 
Had won themselves a wager. 
A thing we must take notice of, 
And never fail to remember, 
Is everytime a life is lost, 
It’s someone’s family member. 



-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & poet) 

Note: Major Unnikrishnan was a Commando Killed in battle against terrorists in Mumbai, 
India, on 26/11/2008.

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