The brave soldiers run, To face battle of guns, Young, strong and truthful, To the duty they are zestful, They die for our victory, Not as some say for salary.
Rugged mountains, rolling stones, Ghastly wind, tough snow, Breathless breath, icy steps, Countless tests, timeless woe, Sleepless nights, stomach empty, With full connect, pouch victory.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’
