Son's Of The Nation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Son's of the nation
Monday,8th April 2019

Return to my fold
and make the world
so dear for both of us
and build confidence and trust

I am fully aware of
how hazardous a job you are in
where daily shelling costs human lives
and doesn't relieve the human misery

I watch the barren path
and fear the news of a death
the soldiers always live under danger
but he is after all nation's defender

I gather fresh flowers
and take nature's smell here
I also wish a long life for all those
who protect our national frontiers

The task is holier than the holy
and we all owe respect wholly
You shall be called true heroes
whose names go unsung

I am proud
and say it loud
How come you were not called "True champion"
that can be named real son's of the nation

Hasmukh Mehta