Half Mast
What do we hold on to, if hope decides to abandon us this fast?
Where is the faith, If within 24 hours it couldn't last?
How do we function, with our fragile hearts, aghast ?
Weren't these vibrant souls supposed to outlast?
The mind yearns for answers, from a million questions cast
The Nation mourns, with flags at half mast.
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