A Song For Soldiers/To Them Who Fight For Our Country Poem by Pijush Biswas

You do lay on true frontier
And we do awake at you,
You die with no fear
Leaving the country's worth.
You do light our future
Once hidden in view,
And you do much care
At your pals' growth;
We do lay aside family
And think much to share
Love and food of the day,
But you, O, great mind or holy,
At our foes still stare
To bring goodness of May
Or, to still tea-water of cup
Of billions of souls,
Waiting and praying
At our country's doles.
Salute! we must stoop
To your crying.
What lay fast or asleep!
'Tis foes' flirtation, which
Dig pits for weep;
The world's eternity is fine
When mothers embrace their children
Or never think to miss-
Lets awake.