Born and grown in brave family
Fought at every station manly
War broke out at valley of Siachen
They were few against very many men
Distinguished this as his last journey
Pained his life and irony
Enemy's six times stronger attack
He repulsed hard and sent them back
He was there to save his nation
With full zeal and veneration
He walked down in valley of death
He brawled till his last breath
Showing great valour and courage
Surviving their attack being in rage
Suddenly a bullet hit his chest
He was a martyr at his best
Left this world with head high
His destination was in the sky
He had written history with blood
Destroying the enemy's plan to mud
By encountering the enemy in war
He left this world and gone far
Enemy decided to give him respect
Which he deserved and had in fact
He embolden a soldier's pride
For which he was known far and wide
He demolished the enemy's den
His destination became heaven then
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