Service Before Self

At some distant ranges, where the thick snow clamours for subzero temperatures, freezing the bones

The rustling blizzard witnesses their vigilance and determination on the world's highest battle zone. 

When the sun rays fail to penetrate through the density of the Indian forests 

You will find them, guarding the vast wilderness;

firm and the calmest. 

Further to the west, where on the loose golden sand, snakes and scorpions hunt, 

In that harshness, some camouflaged deadly eyes continue to haunt .

Sometimes they rock through the air, with their swiftness and surety.

While other times the great artillery amuses us with its bristling power and immortality. 

From forging engineers who are the first to go into war and last to walk out, 

To being  "tevra chaukas" when operations are carried out.

The armour regiment walks in style, every time unnerving the enemy's confidence.

And with a small grin the AAD shows up to  add  a bit more to the adversary's hindrance. 

Then we see the infantry standing like bristling walls to demolish mindsets which are impotent and fanatical.

While the competent and compassionate hands of AMC heals up wound too deep and critical. 

They are our saviour, our heroes, our belief

It is Their presence that renders us relief. 

They exaggerate valour  and underestimate fear, 

For they live a "life less ordinary" 

as you will hear.