The backbone of a soldier

O my mother
I am going to serve
my other mother
please my dear don't cry
I will return soon and bring wrinkles of pride
on your face with laughter
I may die but hide your sorrow in your mind
I know it will not be less than a crime
but I know you will do for my sake
O my mother
I will return either with cries or joys
but surely make you feel proud
I plead you if I return with mourns
lay the tricoloured flag on my royal breast
and bury cadaver in the mud of nation
Alack ! Life is short to serve
but no worries I will try best
to pay a tribute towards nation
which is towards my country's citizens
and bring smile of peace on their faces
and force their heart
to vow for our tribute
This is a small payment towards my mother
my pride and a true symbol of flag
where saffron represent hindus the white shows peace
and green to represent muslims , chakra show antique

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