The Olive Saffron

The soldier perched 

On the mountain peak,

Looked like an olive branch

Waving at the saffron sun 

Rising on the horizon.

Exchanging a quizzical smile

Considered both of them,

Can peace be negotiated

Across and inside the borders

Only with a gun?

A soldier is always on duty  

Whether it is war or there is peace.

Fighting foes on the battlefield, 

Rescuing lives in calamities,

He knows nothing of philosophy.

He lives and dies for his country.

Every time the tricolor unfurls,

The saffron band of the flag salutes 

The sacrifice of the brave olive men

Who once shook hands with the saffron sun.