Soldiers.

By Chandana Chowadry

The chilling cold

And the cracking heel.

Where skin is just worn out

For standing still.

The burning desert

And a salty shirt.

Where burns are evident

Without a cooling gel.

For the past, for the present

And for the future-

He decided to shed

The sweat and blood.

Only to feel us protected

And sleep with a peaceful head.

Foes feud on an altitude,

Missing families in the countries head.

Ruthless behaviours on the partition,

End less emotions in the Barack tents.

All wither on scarry day,

Just with a bullets sway.

Your determination is incomparable. Your protection is unmatchable.

We salute to the salutation for protecting mother for next generation.

By Chandana Chowadry