The Real Freedom Fighter

Thousands of salute to tricolor

Hats off to Braveheart warriors…

Lost their prideful soul for their occupation
Die with a smile leaving behind on territory corridor…

Work was enjoyed full not always but sometimes threaten,
Carrying loads on an empty stomach for miles it was written.

Phone, messaging and romance was not their job,
Roaming over thousands of nights in the fog.

Letter of love, affection, care with bless
use to come a time in the year of their loved one with little fear,
Nobody care and no matters what they eat and wear.

Heart of family pounds when news comes around,
Makes throat dry and sore, tears in eyes pour surround.

Just a salute, is nothing for them,
A day of the year needs to be celebrated for their fame.


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