Staring death in the eyes,
They went and fought on with pride,
With a cry of Jai Hind,
They advanced as fast as the wind,
They went bearing the flag of our home, our Hind,
And came back wrapped in it...
And those at home,sitting in patient expectancy, to their husbands,sons and father's having bid adieu,
Not knowing if they would greet them,or ever again
grace them with their view..
And when they came back in the tricoloured coffin,
The cries were mixed with unspoken pride, knowing
they will go to heaven.
With a flowery wreath on the photographs,
They lie there in their uniforms,
With medals on their chests and memories in the minds
of their loved ones.
Yet, the country they gave their lives to,
Forgets them in a heart beat,
Our heroes, our martyrs lie unavenged, in unpeace,
And all we can say is Rest In Peace.