It was fateful day
The Prime Minister had passed away
Whole of country was in mourning
I was getting ready in early morning
It was year of January 1966
It was decided to opt for services
The nation was ready to pay homage
I was so young in age
It was beginning of carrier
The death of prime minister was barrier
It was smelt as sinister plot
The victory was lost without being fought
I thought for nothing
The country stood as something
Beacon for good hope tomorrow
We, the youngsters, were ready to go
I look back and view
The highest honor of land was due
For a men who almost died as poor
The car he owned too was in custody of banker
It was fateful day The Prime Minister had passed away
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fateful day Bethany FinsethLess than a minute ago I cannot relate to the event, myself, but it comes on strong in you!