The Indian ArmyA Poem by pragya gaurBy these words I just want to thank our indian army for their priceless sacrifices
We play holi with colours,
And soldiers play it with guns and rifles. At the risk of their own life, They give us comfortable sleep and life. A soldier is never sure of his life , And will he ever meet his daughter, son and wife. Hats off and a dozen of salute, Is nothing above a soldier and his sacrifice. Besides a soldier his family also compromises, Children sometimes starve to spent time with their father, Mother's sometime don't even get to see dead bodies of their only son. And what to say about the love of a wife, Her sacrifices and compromises are just priceless. After death a soldier is only remembered for a month or two, Media is told to stay away too. Payment of his life is done by some amount of money, Is that all our duty towards our indian army? This often chills my spine, And brings a million years in my eyes. A great salute to the Indian Army, From the bottom of my heart. I would help them anytime if they need me, With each and everything I have. © 2017 pragya gaurFeatured Review
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