The Deathbed Of Glory

They lived for the pride

Of the Indian flag

Now,in their ride

to heaven, they are wrapped in the same flag.

For our lives, they denied their personal lives,

For our security, they stand on the borders with their hearts on their sleeves.

They held up their heads

So that ours wouldn't be down,

So that we could sleep safely in our beds,

They lost their valentine.

They made their world dark

So that our world would shine,

They sacrificed their future

So that ours could be fine.

They were the proud sons of our land

From their beginning to their end,

They lived for our land

And died for our sand.

It doesn't make sense to thank God as we are alive,

We must thank the martyrs because of whose fearlessness we can fearlessly be alive.

They were the sun who'd arose

And provided light to moons and planets,

Now the moon should rise,

As the sun has set.

They fought till their last breath,

That's why we call it a sacrifice, not a death.