My dear Soldiers

Oh! Defenders of borders 
You are great sons of my land 
When we are all asleep 
You still hold on to your deed 
Windy season or snowy days 
Or scorching sun's sweltering rays 
You are there guarding all the time awake 
Treading the lonely expanses as yogis 
Climbing the heights or striding the valleys 
Defending the deserts or guarding the marshes 
Surveillance in seas and by securing the air 
Prime of your youth given to the nation!! 
Wind chimes of my land vibrate your feat 
We pray for you brave men!! 
May the Lord bless you all!!

A.P.J. Abdul Kalam

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