Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the Gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Eulogy Poem Credit: Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932.
We will never be able to repay you for your sacrifice. Thank you, dear brothers for keeping our families safe. You will forever hold you in our hearts, and promise we’ll live and die for our motherland.
– The Logical Indian Community
The mortal remains of Lt Col Sankalp Kumar of 24 Punjab Regiment, killed on Friday morning in a fidayeen attack by Pakistani militants at 32-Field Regiment in Uri sector in north Kashmir, were cremated with full military honors at Harmoo Mukti Dham at his hometown here on Sunday.
His 8-year-old daughter, Sara lit the funeral pyre amid bouts of cries at the emotionally charged ceremony with mother to her side. “Why did he leave us,” the girl asked her mother.