Smiling in the battlefield.
Like a hero in the rell.
Rifle always suites the hand
But fear for nation never comes to an end .
Standing against enemy with a roar.
At the end flag being ready to wore
Either Freezing cold or burning hot
Stays there but never abott.
Trouble and rouble are never seen
Love for nation always been.
Pulwama and siachen known to all
After somedays everything gone
Bloodshed is always awoke
But for nation makes it a cloak.
The story of every soldier is a mensch
Which needs to be known to all .