I instructed to my Son
I am solider,
Nationality is in blood,
Nation is in my heart,
Nationalism is in my mind.
I am not born to live,
I am hired to die,
Sacrifice is not necessity,
It is my passion.
When I see my national flag,
I close my eyes,
Bow before all those souls,
Those who kept it high in sky.
I feel proud on my ancestors,
Who did not bow before invaders,
They maintain the sanctity of nation,
Its values, culture and religion.
I cannot be bounded,
In the webs of caste and creed,
I want to pay back everything,
To my nation, before I bleed.
The day I come back to home,
Wrapped in a tricolor,
I told my son,
Not to cry.
But to commit,
Before a lifeless soldier,
That he will also not let,
My nation die………….
SEHDEV SHARMA
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