FAR away from his home…
At the border of his land home…
Stands with a weapon…
And with a fearless mind…
No dreams, no expectations & sleepless…
Rather he wants us to dream & sleep well…
All he has nothing…
But a hole in his rifle…
Which he love more than his life…
On the eve of war…
He remains as a shelter…
All he is dreaming…
The welfare of his country being…
He is aware about his country being…
Country beings are not aware of him…
He bleeds, he cries, he cares…
But no one sees, and no one tries…
All we are behind the fantasies…
But he is behind us as a protective layer…
We all may stand against him…
But he will defend us from the fears…
He defends all external forces…
What he can do with the internal forces…
He always loves his country…
But some among us hates his country…
He is disrespected at his home…
And at the border…
But he is respected at his death!
What a fate for him!!!
After knowing all these, with rapture…
He says,,,
"You sleep well there…
I am awaken here…!!"