It was never a matter of regret
The by gone is by gone and be termed as late
Let the old days not come back
As there is nothing at stake
Soldier has to feel proud
His heart must speak loud
Mind must reveal about those happy moments
When motherland heaved a sigh with his movement
It is great and dedicated pleasure
Even no amount can compensate for treasure
Leave family and personal joy aside
The service is surely of divine class and nothing to hide
Ordinary people only think
Get afraid of result and sink
A soldier is brave man and son of soil
The fruits of life and happiness are sure to avail
Think of no past as it was selfless
It must bring shine all the time on face
No one gets honor of serving motherland
It is greatest pleasure available on land
About how we tink Jaycee Scott36 minutes ago It is very confusing..
Interesting... Chris Pearson34 minutes ago This will give me some food for thought. Comment +1
And may the motherland be truth. Tracy Bollinger49 minutes ago My own son is a soldier, I hope he feels as you do. Comment +1
Lovely Piusha Singh50 minutes ago THink of no past, live in present and go ahead...Excellent write Hasmukh ji.I like it. cheers, Comment +1
moving Hillary Fisher49 minutes ago well written I enjoyed it Comment +1
Very nice Kalifa Thomas50 minutes ago Absolutely lovely
splendid Carrik McNerlin36 minutes ago if I could meet you, I would very much like to shake your hand for writing that poem :) Comment 1 Comment+1 Hasmukh MehtaLess than a minute ago you are welcme m so glad Comment +1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was never a matter of regret The by gone is by gone and be termed as late