Martyrs

As we sit and browse on our mobiles,

There is someone facing the flying missiles.

When we sit in comfortable cars,

There is someone fighting in the war.

Sitting in the AC we bitch and complain,

When someone is handling a fighter plane.

While we are sick of the summer heat,

There's somebody doing the night patrol beat.

With all the luxuries we crib and cry,

They struggle in the mountains with skin gone dry.

As we sleep in peace at night,

They're braving the enemy with all their might.

Nobody realises what's their worth,

They are the true guardians of this Earth.

Many a wars they fight and win,

Yet some they lose before they even begin.

In some of those unfortunate fights,

Some lose limbs, some lose sight.

Some get up and carry on then,

Till a bullet or blast hits them again.

Gone is a son, a brother, a life partner,

For the nation he became a Martyr.

Staying true to his country came first forever,

And everything else was always thereafter.

No words can do justice to their bravery,

They try to keep us away from treachery.

As they lie here today,

I actually have no words to say.

How would you fill in the void they create?

How would you justify the sacrifice they made?

Nobody can pay back for what they did,

Nothing we say or do can match their bid.

They are our soldiers, our unsung heroes,

They are the Martyrs, the whole world knows!