No Past

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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It was never a matter of regret The by gone is by gone and be termed as late Let the old days not come back As there is nothing at stake Soldier has to feel proud His heart must speak loud Mind must reveal about those happy moments When motherland heaved a sigh with his movement It is great and dedicated pleasure Even no amount can compensate for treasure Leave family and personal joy aside The service is surely of divine class and nothing to hide Ordinary people only think Get afraid of result and sink A soldier is brave man and son of soil The fruits of life and happiness are sure to avail Think of no past as it was selfless It must bring shine all the time on face No one gets honor of serving motherland It is greatest pleasure available on land

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