Our soul rests in peace as online is their heart,
With the dreams we wish to come true,
And the nightmares they see with the ones they apart!
We complain the moon for not showing up early on its way,
They just bless themselves to survive again another day!
In the sky we look for the drop of rain to fall,
They look for the same but feared of the bullet with their name!
We get frustrate of the sound from crackers we burn,
Their heart sounds louder when their gun stops to run!
We hang our calls, tired of the too long talks,
A letter from their dears they read till the last step they walk!
Lucky we to see our kids as they grow up,
Lucky they are even if present when their kid’s eyes open up!
In terror with fear, as life in our hands we run,
They have no life nor fear, and terror they face as a fun!
Veer Jawans they are called, as fighters of the nation they are known,
From the bottom of our heart….a salute they deserve..!!!!!
Anup, you have such a talent for putting real life into beautiful words. God truly blessed you with a special gift of passion and romance that comes from a true heart. I love your writings and I see them being published someday in a beautiful book for the whole world to read..
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Karina
AMAZING SPIRIT YAAR. U ARE REAL INDIAN. U ARE A GUY WITH TRUE HEART. HAVE GREAT VALUE FOR EMOTIONS.. N THE TALENT TO EXRESSING THOSE FEELING IN BEAUTIFUL WORDS....
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