Chota sa tha, jab mene apne baap ko khoya.
Unki chita ko aag deke, mai fir kbhi na roya.
Maa ki aankhon mein aansoo dekh k, aai papa ki yaad.
Bana mai fouji, taaki maa ko na aae papa ki yaad.
Hue the shaheed, izjat hai puri.
Ristedaaro ne pucha, "Foj mein jaana hai zaroori?".
Majboori nahi, bas hai ek zid, dushman ko dhool chatana.
Mere baap ki aakhiri 12 saanso, ka hai hisaab chukana.
Jab mai tirange mein lipta aau mere bete ko maa, ye sunana.
Khyaal rkhna apna, beta apni maa ko mat rulana.
Ironically, his son also joined the army.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
Unki chita ko aag deke, mai fir kbhi na roya.
Maa ki aankhon mein aansoo dekh k, aai papa ki yaad.
Bana mai fouji, taaki maa ko na aae papa ki yaad.
Hue the shaheed, izjat hai puri.
Ristedaaro ne pucha, "Foj mein jaana hai zaroori?".
Majboori nahi, bas hai ek zid, dushman ko dhool chatana.
Mere baap ki aakhiri 12 saanso, ka hai hisaab chukana.
Jab mai tirange mein lipta aau mere bete ko maa, ye sunana.
Khyaal rkhna apna, beta apni maa ko mat rulana.
Ironically, his son also joined the army.
By-Himanshu Tobaria
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