Comes a time in one's life
when duty calls beyond the walls of home,
a soldier to be, is just not the force of destiny
but he by himself with his own perseverance
chooses to walk that separate path
to do what is right and undo what is wrong;
some disputes that ought to be fought
some accords that have to be knotted
some discords that have to be dissolved
his strong-will entwines his courage
his sacrifice enhances nation's pride
as he offers peace, security and unity.
How do we count the mothers
whose wombs bore sons who changed history
as they fought wars and died silently?
how do we reward the fathers
who guard the borders of our country
so selflessly, so vigilantly?
how do we revive the lamps of those houses
whose husbands have gone down fighting?
how do we wipe away the tears of those children
who have lost their fathers to bombs and gunshots?
weep not, weep not, for soldiers are sons
who choose not only to live bravely
but die bravely, too.
truly a beautiful poem, a fine tribute to the soldiers who fought bravely to save what is right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how do we revive the lamps of those houses whose husbands have gone down fighting? how do we wipe away the tears of those children who have lost their fathers to bombs and gunshots? living bravely and dying bravely. tony