The Living Gods
They died so that we could live
They received gun shots, were drenched in blood
Still no complaints, no regrets
Yes, they have families too
But if they cared for their families alone as we do
Did we expect to have a peaceful wink of sleep?
When their bodies are brought home
The plight of their loved ones is so heart rending to behold
A loving father’s heart is split into two
Where one side clamours to hug ‘his son’ while the other is ready to
salute the ’motherland’s brave son’
Whether to grieve for the loss or feel proud
The heart of the father of brave heart-
demanding answer in a tone so loud
The mothers, wives, children
(of the brave hearts) all undergo the same
pain and turmoil
To weep or salute the great son of the soil
Yes, we are saved from the jaws of death
Yes, we are alive , we are free
But how easily we forget the price paid for this freedom
The price which our brave soldiers paid- staking their lives to save ours
No expectation, no greed, how selfless is the ‘brave heart’ creed
Love for motherland runs through their veins
Bravely they stand to shield us from pains
With a heart filled with love and face suffused with joy
For them bullets and shelling are but a toy
What they did, we can never repay
What their families lost, we can never replace
Heavenly God we haven’t seen
But aren’t they the’ Living Gods’ on earth?
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