My unconditional love for a land and for its soldiers made me write this poem… enjoy reading:
I’ll steal two minutes of your precious moment;
Read the story about the truth,
Maybe you ungrateful badasses will change your view!
We are the men
The ones who saw agony
we will tell our story, this is what we live for and die in glory!
In the nights when you lie down in your cuddly bed, in your beautiful night clothes,
Some of the so called “men” wear their culottes,
But we wait in front, scared to death: no, we don’t fear to lose life nor money,
We pray Almighty for mercy.
It is the precious life of a comarad
Who has to face the ugly blade, the enemies blade…
In this never ending war – which is our arcade!
Don’t cry my proud mother!
I am here for the country given us from father!
Ready to sacrifice
Even without thinking twice
Everything what I have
For YOU and my MOTHERLAND…
No cold- no hot.
Only one weather
There is our holy GOD!
When we stay ready to die, to defend our boarders!
We are hindu, muslim, christ and more
There is nothing what can separate us
We are one, we are a body
Our love for Bharat is the real glory.
You will never have an idea
How it is being me,
In this war- where is no time for plea…
In earth our families will get the Medaillon of HONOR cause we proofed generosity.
In this world which lost his soul and humanity.