It was misfired shot
When battle was fought
It was real exercise
We were all full of confidence to rise
The bull eye was no were near
I tried to see middle point with fear
If I miss target this time
What will they think of my bad time?
Hold the rifle like wife
She will never desert you
I remember still that sentence
It made me not o feel tense
Next round went direct to the bull
I built inner confidence very much full
It was do or die approach
I was best cadet as such
The training shapes to build
Makes cadet stubborn with attitude not to yield
It makes life so easy with tough posture
Life stands exemplary with bright future
I still remember initial days
They were presented with hard ways
We stood to the best of the ability
It was life of disciplined army
Good! karen wright8 minutes ago Loved your poem Hasmukh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like 8 Mar by just Arun to Initial days A great chronicle of a life style told with words like pictures. 8 Mar by just Arun to Initial days