He wore the tricolor on his heart.
Without fear
No forehead crease.
Unseen emotions
Veiled behind grit.
Robust exterior.
Fire within.
Aggression.
A father, a husband, a brother , a son.
Forgetting everything, holding that gun.
Proudly eyeing The tricolor flying in the sky.
Not afraid of separation. Not afraid to die.
Custodian of our safety. The reason I feel free.
God bless you son of the soil,
I Bow down to thee.
6 comments:
Nice wordplay :)
well penned :)
A salute to all Indian soldiers, beautifully written.
Thanks Gary :)
Thanks Ankur :)
We can never thank them enough, isn't it? :) thanks a lot Shweta:)
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