An Ode To The Indian Soldiers Poem by Sathya Narayana

AN ODE TO INDIAN SOLDIERS
OTTAVA RIMA

Be choking chill or burning heat; be rain
or sleet; thou're there O soldier brave to save
thy brethren sleeping sound inland, sans pain.
Thy eyes surveying every crest and cave;
the crooked snowy paths and frozen plain;
forgot a wink, in wait of enemy knave.
Thou're there O soldier brave and here we're snug
and safe in the warmth of tight tricolour hug!

You ready keep their guns and ammunition
And walk against the raining bullets like
Foraging lions with ceaseless ambition.
You hike the hills and cross the dirty dyke
And fight until complete is your mission.
Let lose your limb or eye, you keep to strike.
O Indian soldiers our devoirs to you.
What else we can repay to you, in lieu.