Poetry of A Soldier

We are proud that you are our son  

It was when he had been for war, 
His mother had given honey filled jar, 
The war took him up at the Siachian Glacier, 
At highest battle field in the world, 
he was missing his sister. 
War broke out, with a commander’s order to “attack”, 
At home his dad hearing news on radio, got a jerk of heart attack, 
On a snowy noon bullet went through, making hole in his chest, 
His mom at homes window saw a egg falling from tree birds nest, 
He fell down, as the blood started streaming out from his chest rim, 
Superstitiously his mom felt, “Some bad news will come to their home”, 
War came to an end week after the enemy bunker was been burst out, 
His dad hugged his wife saying “your son will be back soon” 
Patrolling soldiers found him alive with a snow covered over him, 
Army informed his parents, that he was been hit by a 303 gun, 
At the hospital the Commander himself gave a salute seeing the alive gentlemen, 
His parents with a pride meet him saying,”we are proud that you are our son” 

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