The Great Indian Soldier

He saw the Tricolour swirling high,

In the hours of his very last sigh.

Blood and sweat had gloried him,

The eyes were soaring and the vision dim.

The breaths were hard and so was he,

He chopped the enemies trying to flee.

Not a moment he thought of his life to save,

For he wanted to protect the billions away!

 

His bride back home, held her nerves;

Wanting to see her MAN was her only urge!

The war’s been waged, beginning the fight;

When asks the little kid abode, “Mumma, is my DAD Alright?”

 

“How many more war needs to be won,

Why is it him? my only son!”

The hours were difficult, each second was a pain,

So at the door, a briefing came...

“Your son was brave, not a pinch of fear,

The Ballad of his valour will be sung in the whole Sphere!

Lost his men, but he still held it tight!

Killed a dozens later, even after a six bullet strike!!!”

 

Breaking the silence, rose his father.

Spoke his heart out with all courage he could gather.

“Stop calling him dead my dear fraternity,

He lived a million times before living in eternity!

I have no grief on losing my son,

I am proud for he was the ONE!

No matter how long he worked,

Till his last breath, his country he served!

If only God births him today,

He would merrily die for his country again…

He would merrily die for his country again…”