Pradipta bows his
head in deep respect to those pious feet,
Of soldiers whose
life, youth, ambitions, desire, aspiration,
Are sacrificed on
the altar of patriotism and philanthropy.
I salute those
humble hearts of our army men,
That blaze in the hardship
of duty, discipline and devotion of the nation
To make us live in
the light of comfort, peace and tranquility.
Leaving behind
your family, relationships, native, sweet memories,
Setting aside the golden
period of your youth and enjoyable days,
You work hard at minus
temperatures of the Himalayan heights,
Beast infested terrains
and humidity of coastal areas,
Amidst heavy cross
border shelling and continuous threat to your life,
But never repent,
complaint or protest rather work as an iron shield,
Just in order to protect
your beloved motherland and fellow compatriots.
In the times of
natural calamities, social unrest and terror attacks,
When a situation
of civilian concern goes beyond control,
The nation needs
gallant and great hearts to respond,
Your compatriots
stretch their hands with much expectation,
You extend yours
happily and with all your sincerity, honesty,
Endangering
yourself without hesitation in rendering services.
We sleep
peacefully in the safety of our warm rooms,
And dream of a
nice, prosperous and secured tomorrow,
Because you are
awoken and vigilant in those cold terrains,
Lifting huge loads
of rations, arms and ammunition.
Hence, when you
achieve martyrdom serving the nation,
It is our job to
respect and care your grieving parents, widow,
And deserving
proud offspring as our own kith and kin.
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