A Far Cry From Forgotten Souls
Indian soldiers on foreign lands,
Fighting for their land's freedom chance,
They marched towards the enemy's end,
They had a perfect stance.
They fought the enemy they never had,
With an ally they never met,
They killed and died, no tears shed,
Blood dripping like sweat.
Injured soldiers were left unattended,
With missing arm, broken leg, they walked towards their death,
No aid from allies they defended,
"For a free world" they took the last breath
Still lying in grave in foreign lands,
Thousands unnamed in a grave,
Indian blood mixed in foreign sand,
It's a cry for those, whom we never praised.