MY HEART GOES OUT TO THE BEREAVED

MY HEART GOES OUT TO THE BEREAVED

Every casual commenter, every interviewee on night-time television show so easily says, "My heart goes out to the bereaved." But these are little felt words mostly. The day my heart lies dead and not beating as I die in combat against the jihādi, that day in astral form I can duly say, "My heart goes out for the bereaved, for they are my very family who mourn me." 

Now go out and wage war against the rogues that citing scripture kill us night and day, and drop your heart with your body as you fall in combat, a 'veer' (valorous one) that has defended the Dharma duly and fallen that others may live and rise to see a better day. Your fallen body and your still heart, now beating no more, has now gone to the bereaved who mourn your passage from their affectionate proximity to a realm they cannot access.

Written by Sugata Bose