Afsar (Officer)

By Vishal Kansagra

O death, be not so proud

For I am not from the crowd

I am not a coward

Who’s afraid to charge forward

I am ready to bear the brunt

As I lead my men from the front

I laugh in face of death

And protect my country till last breath

I have fond memories of my family

While I go on soldiering daily

For a nation that does not care for us

We don’t make much fuss

I fight for land of my father and temple of my God,

To make my motherland a peaceful abode

I am an officer, I am a soldier

Everyone who fights with me is a brother

Give me strength O Lord

To cut enemies with my sword

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