This poem is dedicated to the Indian security forces, who toil day and night, so that we may sleep in peace.
When the light is afar, and darkness near
The human mind is not averse to fear
The clouds of terror block out the safe sky
And roar ominously with an evil eye
There is a heavy rain of guns and bombs
That leads to many premature tombs
Another round follows, and then another
Earth cringes in fear like no other
In such times, there emerges a ray of hope
The Warrior appears from nowhere to cope
With distressing stamina of devilish force
That threatens to run its full evil course
Wearing the cloak of cold, forced fortitude
The Warrior fights with kind, or in solitude
Against the demons his machine-guns roar
And the morale of the people tends to soar
Fighting brain with brain, and brawn with brawn
He gives the multitude the dream of a new dawn
His family fears for him, but cheers him to glory
While he slays the Satans and makes history
Strikes and counter-strikes come thick and fast
And the Warrior vows to take it to the last
While the devilish predators wait to pounce
He uses all his valour---yea, every ounce
At long last, the battle rages to a bloody end
Bodies lie strewn at every curvaceous bend
Many villains have been wiped out by this ignoble strife
But the Warrior has paid Victory’s price with his life
A nation slips into grief, the sobs are uncontrolled
But it should not fear---many more Warriors untold
Still slay the terror-clouds and wipe out distress
