Courtesy:-Cdr R W Pathak
A SOLDIER
The war heroes, martyred or
alive.
Live forever in our hearts,
till we die.
They never care for their
life.
Guard, our Land, Sea and
the Sky.
We sleep on roses, they
live on thorns.
We are so selective, always
feeling finicky.
They guard the nation even
during avalanches.
And never question, What?
Where? And Why?
Love and Respect, that is
what they only want.
It costs nothing, just
think, and Don't be so sneaky.
Had not they been guarding,
our Land, Sea, and the Sky?
We would not have been like
the free bird and being a flunky.
A poem By Ex-Sgt Parveen
Tuteja
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