Siachen

 

Child yaks at duty,

Mother India have a nice sleep,

Tears in my eyes.

If we are destined to meet

No matter who forbid our eyes,

Destiny never ends without us,

Eyes not blinded as we live far away,

Pain and pleasure,the twins of life,

Fate and soul , the twins of love,

We are crossing the banks of fate,

With the tears of our four eyes.