They are brave, They are bold,
All they have is a heart of gold.
Fighting on the borders,
Preventing the invaders.
They are the Legends,
They are the hero,
They are chime,
Who makes our country shine.
Fighting from the bunkers,
Having less in numbers,
Still fight bravefully,
To run country peacefully.
Away from the family, Away from the homes,
They live with their homies not in the homes.
Their family in the pain,
Not getting gain.
After the sacrifice without being in tension,
They get some Pension,
As compensation,
And their name written in abbreviation,
This is know as the military decoration.
They gives sacrifice,
As they are the champ,
Who makes our houses shining as a lamp.
They are starving,
They are striving,
Just to make our living.
They had protected the lagoon,
In every monsoon,
Thats why they are known as tycoon,
Who have mud as their saloon.
From the borders,
Watching the invaders,
Then watching the Tricolour,
This was the best Romance,
In those heated Furnance.
That torture
Was his last adventure,
For which they were curious,
As they were furious,
Written in their life diary,
Which makes us feel firey.
Their sacrifice is still a mystery,
Which is a great history.
Just a small writer,
Tried to explain these legendary fighter.
They are brave, They are bold
All they have is a heart of gold.
_By_Krishnapal Singh(KP) ™©
©krishnapal
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