The Real Heroes

 

The country is a safe and lovely garden

the people are the smiling rosy flowers shining above

Beneath stands a hero  holding them to  protect from roots

 his continuous sacrifices being the way he shows his love

Thanks to the Soldier heroes

 

Irrespective of a  harsh summer or a freezing winter

they fight the red battle in a terrific game

carefree we crawl into our blankets feeling safe

Unnoticed they go, after slaying the enemies to shame

Thanks to his parents

 

They miss their festivals with their family

living with missiles instead of kids, dust instead of comfort

blowing wishes and kisses in air to his loved ones

putting himself to sleep, body full of bruises and dirt

Thanks to his wife and kids

 They are mistaken to be living like a machine

A child in them  craves for hugs an cuddles

A human being under the thick dress has immense feelings

while the brave heart fights fearlessly against the nations hurdles

Thanks to his friends

 

The least thing we can do is to respect them

Stand by their family in the hour of need and distress

safeguarding our country is our duty too

If we stay blind to our responsibilities, how will our nation progress?

 

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