At the age when we bunk classes
He vomits blood for day together to earn the badge for protecting their country ,
His family awaits for his arrival and his body comes wrapped in the tri colour .
At the meal when you squall at your mother
He learns the art of digesting pebbles
In the nights during the reign of frosty winter when you crumble under your blanket,
He stands at the border as your guardian
So that you can sleep carefree and enjoy.
Many mothers lose there sons
Many wives were getting widowed
Many children lose their father ,
Many are left shattered but when they are not respected it hurts ;
In the wars when you watch headlines
He lies somewhere admist the barrels of guns and grease bleeding to his stabbing memories of love , life and vicious death ..