Our Soldier Poem by Jayram Daya

In a passing parade
With a stern salute
Marches a soldier
For his countries glory

In a moving band
With disciplined steps
He is always ready
For the call of duty

With commands or orders
Alerted in attention
He braves ahead
For any task or mission

In the changing wars
From Mahabharata to Rome
He stood the time
For defence or attack

In a muscular body
With knowledge and skill
He practices and trains
For the final day

In many a names
As troopers or marines
Are snipers or gunners
For a forgotten soldier

In a power self possessed
With rewards and expertise
He is charismatic
For the ultimate authority

In pain and suffering
When wounded and crippled
The soldier lives on
For the pride of his country

In victory and defeat
Love your soldier
He is a countries asset
For he is a man of honour