Call Me a Soldier

(Penned in the emotional hours of the Kargil War)

Make me valiant,

Let drops of blood from my veins

Fall on the ground below.

Canons and bullets,

Let them pierce through my flesh.

And my soul escape this worthless body.

Let my heart tell the profound story

Of this battlefield.

And my bashful hands help build a Nation strong.

Let my victory call for a banquet,

And wreaths and laurels thereafter.

Nation, let me be a soldier!

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