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Articles: Poetry | Brave Man
- Mr. S Reddy Ch
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Chased and riddled by bullets,
Bruises and cuts all over body,
Blood oozing out of gashes,
Lungs filled with obnoxious gases,
Amid deafening sounds of cannons,
Never worried about food and water,
Chase enemies, carry fallen comrades,
Dangers lurking every corner.
Sleep on floor among crawling insects,
Pictures of near and dear close to the heart,
Looking at them every now and then,
Leave alone the dreams of own family.
Still, Call home, say 'Everything is fine, Mom'.
I SALUTE YOU, BRAVE INDIAN SOLDIER.
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