As we toil towards our daily breads,
Under various Suns, skies and clouds,
In places in, far and near,
To India, our motherland.
Let's pause in our thoughts, and various deeds,
To think about those because of who,
We do see cities, valleys and fields,
We do live our momets, we do breathe.
This thing has been repeated many a time,
By many an Indian in various climes,
Yet it does not match the spirit and valour
Of thousands who went down, the Indian soldiers,
Fighting for us, enconsed in cosy corners,
Busy planning for the next day's bread,
Whilst they planned how to dodge the next slug,
In inhospitable terrains, dry and wet.
While we skinned and codemned our motherland,
They went for her in water, in sand,
Leaving behind cosy corners in hearts and homes,
They went to embrace her where it matters most.
While they drove away the aliens, we did fan in
Feelings of mistrust for our bretheren,
While they fought with rading foreigners,
We fought insolently with our sisters and brothers.
Let this go out to thousands of fellow Indians,
Who live each day in their lives,
Unthankful and oblivious of those valiant selfs,
Who remain on guard facing bullets standing and knelt.
Let this be a reminder for one an all,
That while we eat, drink and make merry,
Gory tales are being written in spring and fall,
While we enjoy our bread, tea and sherry,
Soldiers are dying, bodies being mauled.
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