The iindian soldier
(A man born to rise and fight)
He is the man born not to die,
He is the man born to rise and fight
Battling the enemies with all his might
Be it the dropping hot summer or the freezing cold
Stories of his sacrifice often untold
From the tankers, bombshells to warships
Harder and stronger he grows with the hardships
Walking the road of thunder and storm
Making his country proud with his uniform
Having no desire for the power or throne
Bombarding the enemies, he dies in the war zone
Wrapped in the tri colour flag ; he goes home
Walking the road to heaven all alone
With honours and medal lying on his chest
Finally sleeps at peace for an eternal rest
He’s a man horn to rise and fight
- manya
8 yrs
Bangalore
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