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| My Father-in-Law (Col. Alok Chaturvedi) along with his comrades at Siachen Glacier |
He followed a dream, a religion, a passion,
Of guns and bullets and raging ammunition,
He dropped his fear, he raised his head,
To protect His country he marched ahead!
A sister's tear, a mother's pride,
The blatant fear of his alluring bride,
He left his house fully armed and dressed,
To wage a battle against His Country's dread!
Who says he has no awe and fear,
Who says he hasn't shed a tear?
For he is a human, And yet a Soldier,
A smile on his face, a duty on his shoulder!
His barrels are full, the booms are heard,
The distant howls of shots that were fired!
The ferocious war sends a shiver down the spine!
And yet he runs out in the rush of adrenaline!
He hits them hard, he hits them strong,
He hits them mightily all night long...
He never thinks about his mother or wife,
Only what he trained for all his life!
He rarely thinks of the beautiful days,
The lovely mornings, the dusky bays,
For he sees just blood and bitter revenge,
The reckless carnage of diplomatic resent...
His wife awaits, His mother cries,
The new born forgets his fathers guise,
The brothers brood and sisters worry,
But the Soldier commits only to His Country!!
'Vande Matram'
Dedicated to my Father-in-Law
Col. Alok Chaturvedi
