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It's My Turn
They (Soldiers) were young n vibrant,
When pledged to live n die for nation.
They chose life of bunkers,
In dessert, jungle and mountain.
They faught till they could,
for the pride of motherland.
Some martyred and many,
lost their limbs and hands.
We are breathing freedom, because of them.
Country is safe n shining, because of them.
They sacrified their life, for our safety.
Their rehabilitation is now our duty.
Its our turn, to look after them.
Now,
It's my turn, to take care of them.
When pledged to live n die for nation.
They chose life of bunkers,
In dessert, jungle and mountain.
They faught till they could,
for the pride of motherland.
Some martyred and many,
lost their limbs and hands.
We are breathing freedom, because of them.
Country is safe n shining, because of them.
They sacrified their life, for our safety.
Their rehabilitation is now our duty.
Its our turn, to look after them.
Now,
It's my turn, to take care of them.
Published 26th Jun 2020
Author's Note
Author is a psychologist and a retired Army Officer. He dedicated his life after retiring from Army for rehabilitation of disabled soldiers. This poem is about soldiers who became disabled while serving Nation. The poem is for the societal awareness to make realise civil population to take care of these soldiers for respectable rehabilitation. Now it's is our turn.
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27th Jun 2020 4:31am
This poem is about Rehabilitation of Disabled Soldiers in the line of their duty.
8th Jul 2020 5:15am
8th Jul 2020 7:19pm
Thank you for your profound comment. I understand your attachment with men in uniform.
9th Jul 2020 12:53pm
