They say we r paid with their taxes,
They say we only enjoy privilages,
They say we r corrupt,
BUT:
when we sleep in blood freezing cold posts in Siachen,
they don't say.
When we sail in rough seas against horrible swells and thunderstorm to fight,
They don't say.
When we go in deep oceans in pitch dark night,
They don't say.
When we fight in iron melting hot deserts,
They don't say.
When our bodies are shattered in pieces,
They don't say.
When we die and our boxed bodies come back to home,
and our mothers cry,
They don't say.
When we leave our wives widows and children orphans,
They don't say.:-):-):-)
WE ARE THE SONS OF THE SOIL.
PROUD TO BE A SOLDIER.
They say we r paid with their taxes,
They say we only enjoy privilages,
They say we r corrupt,
BUT:
when we sleep in blood freezing cold posts in Siachen,
they don't say.
When we sail in rough seas against horrible swells and thunderstorm to fight,
They don't say.
When we go in deep oceans in pitch dark night,
They don't say.
When we fight in iron melting hot deserts,
They don't say.
When our bodies are shattered in pieces,
They don't say.
When we die and our boxed bodies come back to home,
and our mothers cry,
They don't say.
When we leave our wives widows and children orphans,
They don't say.:-):-):-)
WE ARE THE SONS OF THE SOIL.
PROUD TO BE A SOLDIER.
