Jayram Daya
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Poem "Our Soldier":
- published July 28, 2009
- viewed 12 times
Other poems by Jayram Daya:
»Anger«
»Crawling Call«
»I Am In Love«
»Life's Riddles«
»Lion Roars Again«
»My South Africa«
»Red Rose For You«
»Smiley«
»The Last Will«
»The South African Farmer«
»The Sun Devotee«
»With Shame«
Visit Jayram Daya's profile page
Poem "Our Soldier":
- published July 28, 2009
- viewed 12 times
Other poems by Jayram Daya:
»Anger«»Crawling Call«»I Am In Love«»Life's Riddles«»Lion Roars Again«»My South Africa«»Red Rose For You«»Smiley«»The Last Will«»The South African Farmer«»The Sun Devotee«»With Shame«»Our Soldier«
by Jayram Daya
In a passing parade
With a stern salute
Marches a soldier
For his countries glory
In a moving band
With disciplined steps
He is always ready
For the call of duty
With commands or orders
Alerted in attention
He braves ahead
For any task or mission
In the changing wars
From Mahabharata to Rome
He stood the time
For defence or attack
In a muscular body
With knowledge and skill
He practices and trains
For the final day
In many a names
As troopers or marines
Are snipers or gunners
For a forgotten soldier
In a power self possessed
With rewards and expertise
He is charismatic
For the ultimate authority
In pain and suffering
When wounded and crippled
The soldier lives on
For the pride of his country
In victory and defeat
Love your soldier
He is a countries asset
For he is a man of honour
With a stern salute
Marches a soldier
For his countries glory
In a moving band
With disciplined steps
He is always ready
For the call of duty
With commands or orders
Alerted in attention
He braves ahead
For any task or mission
In the changing wars
From Mahabharata to Rome
He stood the time
For defence or attack
In a muscular body
With knowledge and skill
He practices and trains
For the final day
In many a names
As troopers or marines
Are snipers or gunners
For a forgotten soldier
In a power self possessed
With rewards and expertise
He is charismatic
For the ultimate authority
In pain and suffering
When wounded and crippled
The soldier lives on
For the pride of his country
In victory and defeat
Love your soldier
He is a countries asset
For he is a man of honour
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