Ode To Indian Soldiers
To all the courageous soldiers this is my ode,
a small poetry of their scarifices & valor.
The soldier has returned abode,
not on foot, but wrapped in tricolour.
That mother who gave birth to him,
weeps aloud holding his lifeless body in grim,
That brother who was to join the platoon,
was terrified, by this scene very soon.
That father tries to hide his tears,
trying to console his peers.
That wife who wore a red saree with gold crest,
was now crying, beating her own chest,
weeping loud, broke her bangles,
she was trying to wake him up, by all possible angles.
She knew that a soldier is never sure of his life,
not even if he'd meet again his family or wife.
This awful, horrific, hideous event,
filled everyone with lament.
They were really filled with pain,
still after 3 months, younger brother joined the army again.