"The Silent Salute"

It is poem about a soldier and a tribute about his selfless love towards his country

He did not ask for songs or fame,
Nor monuments to bear his name.
No medals pinned upon his chest
He only wished to do his best.

He marched beneath a foreign sun,
Each step a an oath, each breath begun
For voices back in quiet towns,
For flags he wore, not royal crowns.

He did not fight for praise or pride,
But for the folks he left beside.
A mother’s kiss and a father’s hand,
A quiet porch, a piece of land.

In mud and smoke, through storm and chase,
He held the line, rose ever higher.
And when the final moment came,
He asked no glory, made no claim.

He fell not with a hero’s cry,
But like the dust that leaves the sky.
A whispered oath upon the air
That others live because he’d care.

So mark no stone with boastful grace,
Just let the wind pass through this place.
For those who give and don’t come back,
Deserve more than the world can learn.

A soldier gone, but ever near,
In freedom’s breath, he reappears.
He sought no gold, nor grand decree
He fought, and fell, to keep us free.

Reviews

[Broken.buddy]

The Silent Salute - I like this poem because it understates what many war poems overstate. It’s not about drama or glory, but about the invisible costs of freedom, paid by those who neither demanded credit nor left behind demands. you avoiding melodrama, choosing subtlety and stillness makes it all more real. it sounds like a lament rather than being preachy

"So mark no stone with boastful grace,
Just let the wind pass through this place."

these are my fav lines from this piece, the Wind is representative of all the lost spirits, ever present ,but unseen

thank you for writing and sharing it here

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you—truly. That means more than I can say.

You understood it exactly as it was meant to be felt—not loud, not grand, but quiet, steady… like the wind itself. That line you picked, about the wind passing through—yes, that’s the heart of it. The presence of those who are no longer here, yet never really gone. No medals, no speeches—just memory, carried softly.

It’s comforting to know it resonated with someone who sees beneath the surface. Thank you for reading it in silence, not just sound.