The Legend Of The Country's,
The Hero Of The Nations,
The Discipline Of The Livings,
The Death Like A Bravo.

The body of sacrifices,
Reached at the Home,
The sorrows in Eyes,
With the pain of overlast.

Just as the candle burning,
Alone standing still,
Fire flame's motion,
With the melt drop in surface.
Same as the Body will be buried,
With a salute of honour.

A Mother and Family,
with soaked tears,
Because a Hero is lost,
For the sake of human's favour.
We are living in joy & happiness,
Because they are alive and died,
For the sake of motherland partition.

The Wars Between The Nations,
So much of angerness of cultivation,
Instead of Agricultures of food grain's,
Why the soil is been farmed with blood lanes.

Motherland is happy to have
Such Braves Soldiers Of Countries.

Are We Really Enjoying The Life.
Just Think Of The Nations,
Just Someday Atleast For Few Seconds,
Those Are Only Remembered,
During Certain Occasion,
Might Be Independence Day Of
Some Nations.

We The Human's
Peaceful Earth
Is The Only
Plantations.

Salute The Army


....Robin

Nice poem .

Thank You
JulieABush

Nice