From where to start, I don't understand, because it's a matter of our land.

It's about the one's in grave, As they defined the word brave.

They were taught how to defend, But hesitated to, describe their very end.

They weren't scared to raise their arms, and shielded us with every harm.

When we sat on the table to eat, They all were standing on their feet.

It heated up solid left to liquefy, and the sound occurred, Yes! It was a cry.

Here we quoted ‘ignorance is bliss’, On the other side, tears were getting sucked up by their lips.

Everyone claimed they died for our glory, but we all knew inside that, it ended just as another story.

Let's take a moment and pray for their bloodstream, as they broke it, so that we can dream.

It's time to accept their actions as just, because they sacrificed for civilians like us.

High, low temperature didn't matter, All they wanted was our country to grow better.

They convenienced themselves, they are meant to bleed, and all we questioned, how to fulfill our greed?

It's time to bend our knees, and pray for their peace.

Because every night when you go to sleep, It's just their loved ones who grieve.

They didn't choose to give their lives, and wanted to love their parents and wives.

When nation cried and even yelled, they were the ones who went and helped.

They lived and died with a smile, do we ever checkout their profile.

We don't even know their names as such, don't you think it's way too much.

They never beg us to love them all, but atleast aid them when they fall.

Their life might looks very bitter, but on a plain paper they worked as glitter.

Everyday sun gave us light, it's just their sacrifice which made is bright.

They even hid behind the rock, and we acknowledged it with just a chalk.

They burried themselves just like seed, still we couldn't learn how to feed.

Whenever there was a situation of tide, they spread their arms very wide.

We hid their just like a child, they comforted us saying it's just mild. 

When they knew they can't survive, yet, faced all danger with spirit Alive.

I just wish their afterlife, should be a place, which we call paradise.

By “they” I mean the ones who died, they were soldiers and the ones we all should memorize.

Don't ask yourself, what to do now, just help them and focus on how?

They sacrifice for us, that's what is main, because it includes grief, suffering and worst of pain.