Heavy Coffins

Fit body and selected was he

As a Soldier serving his country.

 

But things were not that free

See today where is He.

Torn bodies in heavy coffins

Wet eyes sinking heart often.

The knock on the door,

Leaves a box

Few items from his stock.

He fought till his last breath

Finally resting to his death.

They brutally attacked his mother

And the brave son laid his life without blubber.

Without thinking about his family behind

He was keeping his duty prime.

In the last, Jai Hind he screams

Afterall wrapping in tri-colour was his dream.