Their Nights

They don't count upon the Stars in the Sky

But the bullets upon them that would always Fly

While we all, for Success, do give a Try,

They will Shine with Pains but without a Cry

They always do stand upon very High

But are never counted up for which we must Shy

They never feel Life so Dry

But we've to make them feel so Pride

Jawaans - our Covers of Life

Pray for them, do not Play with them