Our Young Fighters.
(Dedicated to our soldiers in Kashmir border)
Friends of yesterday becomes
Enemies of today.
Relatives of yesterday becomes
Killers of today.
They fight for us, without caring their lives.
We talk about them, praise them.
The armchair politicians do their politics
By not solving the main problem
Prevailing across the border of the
Two countries, their fake lectures, fake
Praises of the young fighters decorate
The independence Day,Republic day.
Yet they fight for us in the border,
Though there is no enmity between
The people of two fighting countries.
The developed country laughs at us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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