A Soldier's Cry
A Soldier’s Cry
I am not a father, nor a brother
No, not a son, nor a husband:
I am an Indian, a patriot
In the front line;
Do you know my name?
Haven’t seen me before
You will know me soon;
Reading about me
In the comfort of your home
When I am blown
By the wind of terrorism
Into another world.
You will then shout and scream
For revenge
While my family all distraught
On seeing my shattered body
Draped in blood
Covered by the banner of my country.
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