when my shoulders were carrying school bag
somewhere a part of mine was carrying dreams
of holding a gun and the nation on my shoulders
Offering love and respect to my motherland,
and shells to my enemies,
i was daring my life on white sheets of siachen,
leaving no scope of intrusion
A mother,a sister, a wife, the kids
praying with closed eyes and heavy hearts
while a father flaunting for his brave son
blowing up the chest in pride
regardless of blood and pain,
sons like vikram and kaalia doesn't stop.
morning with knives and the nights with fire
undauntedly they bring the soul out of enemies
how heavily we are outnumbered
or how deeply we are wounded
if death strikes before i prove my blood
'i swear i will kill death'
if i won't come back, tell my father,
his son didn't bow down,
ask my wife to make
my son a war hero
ask my mother not to
shed a tear down on my tricolored body
tell my sister his brother
will come back one day
and tell my motherland..
"a lion i am born so shall i die"