We have learned to die for our country.
We are habitual of not living with our family.
But, the lesson of dying for our country
Has been learnt from the lessons
That family gave us.
When we never backed out
Or thought twice
Before sacrificing ourselves
For the good of the nation
How can we tell our family
To not even shed tears for us?
When we go to the battlefield
Leaving someone behind
Hoping for our return,
How can we snatch
That little ray of hope from them,
Which becomes their guiding light
In our continued Absence?
What spirit ignites in us
Making us perform each time
Isn’t it there in our alive families?
Everyone has a heart
But those who Ignite in us
The Will to go on to the battlefield
We couldn’t keep our loyalty to them.
What might that family be thinking,
Who didn’t bat an eye-lid
When sending us away
Not knowing when we might return
Or knowing that we might not return at all,
Just for the sake of the bright future of the nation
That they see in us?
Proud to be the lamp of such a family
Which teaches us to give
The place of family to the nation
But when we have to choose between
Country and Family
We get pulled towards our country
And leave our family in the lurch,
Yet, the family does not make us feel ashamed,
And still consider us the Sons of the Soil.