Monologue of a Worthy Son -1

‘I’m 19 Madras’ My unit and fellowmen More than anything for me On earth, My words – the oath ultimate Until the last drop of blood enters my heart. Out of the cruelest of storm Or savagely violent, brutal And sadistic blitz of snowslide A safe miniature world I make To cherish the motto ‘Duty unto Death’. My teammates I armour In the snowbound cover Of enasthasizing cold, In the glaciated chasm Of flash-freeze endless valley, As a sign of reverence to mother, And on her lap, the warmth of my mother’s bosom I feel. Thus in my hymn of life ‘If I’m strong and tough My battalion is strong and tough.’