Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Soldier: Dying Declaration - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
When I die in a war sector,
I will be packed and mailed to my quarter,
My medals will be piped on my chest,
Tell my mother, her son did his best,
Console my father, not to bend low,
As his brave son died for motherland, bow.
Tell my brother to drive my bike care fully,
He will be head of my family permanently.
Tell my sweet sister not to be upset,
Her regimented brother will not howl after sunset.
Advise my son to study and work hard;
Caution my daughter to beware of debauch ward,
O My Countrymen! Tell my wife not to cry, for good;
Because I am soldier, cursed only to die in the wood.
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