Siachen

 

Child yaks at duty,

Mother India have a nice sleep,

Tears in my eyes.

The War

Every son, fighting for,

Saving his mother’s womb,

At risking wife’s betrothal.

You are not alone

The life and struggle,
The hunger and thirst,
The wealth and health,
The success and failures,
Have not left you alone,
Those left this world,
Those yet to come,
Been destined to serve,
This life of journey,
You are one in this army.