Soldiers March Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Soldiers march
Left and right
Don’t look here and there
Corporal shouts

Just one step
Dig the grave
One, two, one, two
Eyes straight and through

The drill comes before eyes
How many times I had tried?
Steps were just going out of tune
Pack parade was sure in after noon

You fellows need punishment
You have no correct movement
You have no mind to obey
Now you all will run hard and pray

The instructor has his way
He pushes all in rough way
It is all needed in the name of discipline
How can soldier be turned decent and fine?

Certainly it is future of the country
Young people are shaped to destiny
They may defend the mother land
They got to be tough and friend too

This is not the just exercise
There stand many more promises
Country needs disciplined force
To be utilized at optimum with less source