Heavy Coffins
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.