Soldier Poem by I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY

If I should die
think of thee, like me.
It happened in my motherland
where the war going on.
Gave once, my heart to my land;
where the row of peace takes place,
a body of her, breathing own air
washed by rivers, bless by sun.

And think her heart,
all sin shack away,
an increase of pulse in her mind,
where no fever to her.

Gives some where,
back the thoughts, those India gives;
her sounds, dreams as happy till the day.
She laughed and learnt of gentleness,
in her heart, at peace; says
Iam here, you can sleep,
in Indian Paradise.