Let those men with precious souls,
Live a life of pride.
Make them feel what they are,
And sense the one inside.
They fight each day to keep us safe,
They fight in sweat and blood.
They keep us warm in chilly frosts,
And help us when in flood.
They walk a thousand miles to fight,
The war to save our pride.
They yell in agony yet no grief,
Few bullets do tear inside.
Stout and strong these precious souls,
Bear the pelted stones.
Yet no fear can bring them down,
They stand with broken bones.
They stand erect to make them bleed,
Who abuses our soil.
Despite loads of painful sores,
They dwell amidst turmoil.
Pray for them, these precious lives,
Had slept beneath the earth.
They bled in pain and yet they fought,
To save the land of birth.
Take a moment O humans dear,
Come and show some love.
They are precious souls of grace,
Place them all above.

#Precious

English Poem by Dipanjan Bhattacharjee : 111462924

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