A tribute to the brave soldiers of Indian Army who fought for us in 1962 Sino-Indian war. They continue to live in our hearts.
This poem describes how god remembers those brave Indian soldiers.
This poem describes how god remembers those brave Indian soldiers.
"I am above all,
In my feet every great man falls.
In my feet every great man falls.
But was he above me,
Who stood firm in front of my decision,
His bullet hit the enemy with great precision.
Who stood firm in front of my decision,
His bullet hit the enemy with great precision.
Why did I feel so small that day?
Why did he stand in front of the enemy in that way?
He could have run,
He could have escaped,
But he stood firm and bullet he faced.
Why did he stand in front of the enemy in that way?
He could have run,
He could have escaped,
But he stood firm and bullet he faced.
My eyes were wide open,
His face I gazed.
25 Indian soldiers surrounded by 20,000 Chinese enemies,
Attacking from all sides like Devil Bees,
Bullets came from all sides,
Hitting the chest, making it burst so wide,
But they all were brave, they faced the bullets,
Their blood blessed the earth, falling like water droplets."
His face I gazed.
25 Indian soldiers surrounded by 20,000 Chinese enemies,
Attacking from all sides like Devil Bees,
Bullets came from all sides,
Hitting the chest, making it burst so wide,
But they all were brave, they faced the bullets,
Their blood blessed the earth, falling like water droplets."
Author: Harsh Dahiya
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