Indian soldiers

What a strange way that world runs,
Seeing all the things,
The heart also boils down to tell me,
How can the hero of world stand up,
To his country to prove this to another hero,
Listen to the people who run the countries,
Mother has a son who is standing across the border,
There is a time that never seen by anyone,
But who has never passed on anyone,
But whose mother is in the fridge,
That mother see the news that her son is someone
Not in the next news, not in the next news..

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