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My Country
My Country
'She stared at the
burning pyre '
She broke her bangles,
She wiped her vermilion,
not a teardrop rolled down,
She stared at the
burning pyre,
He gave her
green bangles,
He gave her vermilion
they took oath
around a holy fire.
There was wine,
they dined, gazing entwined.
They danced, entranced
around a crackling fire
She stared at the
burning pyre
On the border there were enemies
In the valley, militants
The orders were instant
He was hesitant
He was resistant
He stared at the
crackling fire!
She gave him his rifle
do not worry of trifles
your duty comes first
O ' My Sire!
You then took a 'Vow'
do not turn back now
Your Country My Country
Our Country's safety is at stake
O ' My Sire!
Our Country is our Mother
Your fellowmen
your brother
Go! Protect our country
O 'My Sire
This is my only desire!
'She stared at the
burning pyre '
The guns in the valley boomed
Many lives were doomed
The threat over the country loomed.
Soldiers opened fire
Wiping out the enemy entire
The olive green braved
All but 'One' were saved
Wrapped in the Tricolor
The coffin arrived, of her loving ' Sire'
saying my love, I fulfilled your 'desire'
'She stared at the
burning pyre '
There was Gun -salutes
She received the 'Param Vir Chakra ' awarded posthumously, to her, 'Sire'.
A teardrop rolled down
her cheek
as she stared at the
crackling fire!!
