An Indian Soldier

If i Die in war zone,Box me  up and  send me  home put my gun on my chest and tell my Mom,I did my best,And tell my dad,not to bow,Tell my brother to study perfectly keys of my bike will be his permanently,

Tell my sister,don’t be upset her brother will not rise after this subset,

Don’t tell my friends,they are hearties,and start to ask for parties,Tell my love not to cry”Because I am soldier…and  I am born to die.

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