As he ties his laces each time, he knows he’s fighting for his Nation..
He would return or not he’s not concerned, nevertheless he lacks no determination.
Shivers run down the spine, when I see the men in uniform..
They stand like pillars in all weathers, be it scorching heat, freezing cold or hailstorm.
Are we worth fighting for, are we the ones for whom he is sacrificing his days and nights,
Shouldn’t we be better humans, should we still continue our trivial, shallow fights..??
Simi
