Martyrs : Never Die !

He walks up the hill
with his head held high,
armour on his back
determination in his eyes.

He wants to avenge
the death of his comrades,
He wants to go back to
where his kin waits.

He carries his armour
and is on the look-out,
for those unseen enemies
to drive them out.

Out of his motherland
Out of his country,
Out of the border
where they are meant to be.

They aim at him
He is not afraid,
For him, he knows,
the whole nation prays.

He is protecting his mother
His back to his enemy; he will never show
He will die or survive
This; he doesn't care to know.

Then at the destined hour he goes back
To lie; under the shade of his beloved tree,
As a martyr of his motherland
As a victor of his country.

And he will be remembered
forever he will be :
A martyr of his motherland
A victor of his country!

(dedicated to India on the occassion of Independence Day : 15 august,1947)