They walk through the snow, through lofty mountains, through deserts to make your walk safe. They remain asleep all night just to make sure you sleep sound. They put their chests forward to bullets just you can sleep safely. Their brave souls don't fear death rather death became their medal of honour. Everything that they have, their life, their soul, their time and their living has been dedicated to your country. They don't ask for nothing but pride and honour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Payal below Mahatma Gandhi was a very wise man. Another good poem with good images. Keep writing.