Wish Of A Dying Soldier Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

He fights for the nation, cold to him:
Praying for a corner in his home land
That is for ever India. This is his dream
In that holy land, holy dust concealed:
A dust designed and shaped the nation,
Bloomed with passions of love, her message to grow,
But the pious body of my nation, polluted by ugly passion,
And destroyed by power hungry, secular blows.

Prays to God, to wipe evils away,
Flow the air of patriotism and gentleness
Deliver music and sights of happiness every day;
All the vices to flee virtue to love in saffron dress,
The dear and honest hearts can visit, safely driven:
I can lay at peace in an Indian Heaven,