One that blundered with hundreds; Ignoring his safety, combat with tons! He is a soldier a die hearted personage; Not only brawl, but also make us one. Bravery be told among whole of the world; Salute to his mankind and natural humour!
National beat his favourite rhyme, Tricolour his favourite colours; He is a kind of unworn dream, Of, every Indian mother!
Lullaby, his dream, a nap in mothers lap! The best he consider, is sleeping at the deck! Giving his last breathe, in honour of the flag; He counts his end moments, dedicate to his motherland!
Let's count from one to twelve, Without making any tumult; In every breathe you take, Thousands unheard unrest.
Take his name in a sigh, Let his soul be relived; Re-alive his renunciation, Forgetting all the treaties.
His soul is the purest, Purest is his kind heart! Search for the betterment; To fill his blind part!
Giving us many faiths to live, They sacrifice their life in midst. What about those mothers who don't even see their dead kids; And those fathers who train them themselves to be national devotees! - unnati ________________________________________________
My smile will never let you know The things hidden behind 'Cause all you see is what I show, Fast forward or in rewind My words, don't stumble My job, to fix the worst fails My deeds are still humble Ain't the devil from tales Endless enemies in limitless row I m done at the end, my last role Leaving behind stark dark shadow Resting somewhere in your soul...