Dear Brave Martyrs,
You are Our pride.
You march across the field with a confident stride.
You are the real son of the nation,
Who really deserve congratulation.
You don't die for getting applause,
But you fight for the cause.
This is not your demise,
You are the paradigm of compromise.
You open the eyes of your compatriots.
And encourage them to join you in the riots.
It's not your death,
It's your first breath
Which sowed the seeds of jingoism in us
And bestowed on the troopers the power to fight in nexus.
The trail of blood you pave
Takes us to your grave.
O gallant warrior!
You, the true mentor.