You look like a crawling line of ants marching along the rouged hills.

You know there is enemy waiting ahead , yet you don’t forget your drill.

Soldier, I know you.

You surge along even when the feet are aching and shoulder stoops.

You are the brave Indian soldier, you are the marching troops.

Soldier, I know you.

You guard the mighty Himalayas and the barren desert sand.

You do not care for the terrain , for in it you see your mother land.

Soldier, I know you.

You are the brave heart who surmounts obstacles through thick and thin.

You come back home sometimes on foot , sometimes in the coffin.

Soldier, I know you.

You are a not only a name on my day’s paper, or a face on the screen.

You care not for all this glamour , for you were never meant to be seen.

Soldier, I know you.

You are my friend’s dear husband some day, or a neighbour’s darling son.

No battle was lost without you, no war without you could ever be won.

Soldier, I know you.

You don your uniform with valour with or without the medal.

You are also the tender father to the baby in the cradle.

Soldier, I know you.

You are standing like a strong wall along the line of control.

You are the reason I sleep in peace, you are my strong console.

Soldier, I know you.

You do not die in the call of duty, you save the life of others.

You are the pride of my nation, of the mothers and the fathers.

Soldier, I salute you.