Indian Pongos

Leaving home with escalate eyes,

Flying our country's tricolour flag over the skies,

Those soldiers who fought for our patriotism are our national fathers,

Protecting the price of liberty of our Indian mothers and sisters.

You people are born to fight with cavernous trenches,

With full blast you people experience grenades of wrenches,

Serving you and seeing your style is a honour of our satisfaction,

Your love towards zillion of Indian people is like an adorable affection.

Soldiers bind all those boundaries of ills and evils,

Without any panic the prompt of wisdom reveals,

They bleed with sacred stains of sacrifices,

Country of Indus know the cost of liberty's expensive prices.

Oh my mother India...I bow before thee,

With high spirits of humanity,

The one's who marched in rhythm of war,

This writer ink her words to rest,

Those kudos dead India is debuted for centuries so far.