ᴠᴀʟɪᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴅɪᴀ

Those souls running after the enemy, 

To safeguard the zillions of souls, 

In the nation. 

They forget to eat their food,

But never lend the enemies touch their people.

Many guess them as the stony hearts.

Their hearts are not stone,

They just wanna throw stones at the enemies.

They show cold shoulders to the enemies.

They protect the people of their nation.

They sacrifice themselves for the nation.

They too love their family,

But they love the nation more than family.

Red is their favourite colour.

They see everything red in war.

They slouched fast towards the battlefield,

Without regarding their cold.

Sometimes their nose bleeds,

Due to high temperature,

Still, they move forward to the battlefield.

They are the valiant heroes of India.

India is their birthright.

India is their passion.

India is their idol.

India is their breath.

Indian is their hope. 

India is their future.

India is their love.

India is their trustworthy nation.