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 .