By Seerat Siddhu
On an ordinary morning, I woke,
Like clockwork, my mind spoke,
“What of life yet?”
“I don’t know”.
I walked to school, and back home
“What of life yet?” “Soon”
By the vendor, stood a crisp tall gentleman
He held scars, of combat and strength.
"An officer, what honor!" "Why not a girl?"
The call threw me for a loop,
A mundane entranced by a demon,
I was finally ashore.
I now see an Officer, a Lady, who passed the life test itself,
Limits; we don’t know of any
A comrade, a warrior to the end.
Pain, pride, and passion
Thy glory stands tall, taller stands Bharat
“Why fauj?” “It's a lifestyle, the craze to live such a life”