An Ode To The Indian Soldiers

AN ODE TO INDIAN SOLDIERS OTTAVA RIMA Be choking chill or burning heat; be rain or sleet; thou're there O soldier brave to save thy brethren sleeping sound inland, sans pain. Thy eyes surveying every crest and cave; the crooked snowy paths and frozen plain; forgot a wink, in wait of enemy knave. Thou're there O soldier brave and here we're snug and safe in the warmth of tight tricolour hug! You ready keep their guns and ammunition And walk against the raining bullets like Foraging lions with ceaseless ambition. You hike the hills and cross the dirty dyke And fight until complete is your mission. Let lose your limb or eye, you keep to strike. O Indian soldiers our devoirs to you. What else we can repay to you, in lieu.