They are our pride and glory,
martyrs of a chivalrous story.
Far from home under the skies,
guarding our land till sunrise.
Bullets, blood and sleepless nights,
unending seems the raging fights.
Rocky terrain, chilling breeze,
greets them across the ridge.
Pride of nation in their keep,
gun in hand, dagger in hip.
They reach where eagles dare,
for ownself they never care.
Steep terrain with ups and dips,
coward enemies watches 'n' peeps.
A deadly struggle keeps on,
day and night, on and on.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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