When the winds were blowing beneath your face, your body was sweaty but with smile & grace .
The beautiful valley was serene & poise , but for you it was only chaos & noise .
Your heart went out for their poverty & filled with regret, but for them you were the target . (2)
You ran & chased them out , the duty couldn’t be fulfilled without .
You gave it a shot to save them people, you always blew the humanitarian bugle .
You came home sleeping deep, but your duties couldn’t let me weep . (3)
We silently cried for you & walked our struggles, the promises were empty and we faced the troubles .
Life moved on with you sorrows cemented , So what if you my soldier are not decorated... (4)
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