With all due love and respect, for the nation I am proud to be a part of, I am now dedicating a poem from my heart, depicting our lives here ,on and after independence and the necessity for oneself to feel like a soldier and not just the martyrs who keep us safe.
The eruptions in me just started
The skies above me about to be shattered
The love for the nation
Keeping me and the rest of the thugs together
Flags on our chest and in our hearts
No power shall stop us in the line of the duty
So I call myself the soldier
Yes I do have my soft spots
I do have a girl, who I love a lot
But now at the frontier, the vision is clear
Death could be closer by any second
I stand and watch the post
The sun and the moon all seem to be one
In my heart there is a poem waiting to be written
That is a composition of all kinds of things
Not knowing where to begin and end
But now far away from it all
All that is left are the memories of a life
Given up in the sacred battle
That has all been forgotten and gone in vain
As the rays of the sun rise
I am awake by then
Ready to fire at the hint of danger
To my motherland and my people
Holding the flag in my heart
Ready to kill or die
Welcoming it like the sweetest nectar
I dare all the musicals to tune to my heart now
The cry and the pain this led to
Has defined the country
This is not just me
But u too
A dream of the nation to be safe
1.25 billion People who want to be safe
The eruptions in me just started
The skies above me about to be shattered
The love for the nation
Keeping me and the rest of the thugs together
Flags on our chest and in our hearts
No power shall stop us in the line of the duty
So I call myself the soldier!
About the Author:The article has been written by Deepak Kallapat.
Edited by: Divya Sri Narla.
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Well done 😀