Immortals Nishant Ganghonour, hope, Poem, Poet, poetry, soldier, thoughtsLeave a comment Be it night or be it day, Be it November or be it may, I stand here and keep a watch, My flag is my identity, proudly I say. Absence of the loved ones haunt all the time, Sickness and pain are equal to a crime, Kids grow up in the meantime, but… My flag is my identity, proudly I sign. Festivals are spent far away in silence, So you can live in peace I’ll endure the violence, My job is not a job but a service to all, You are safe because a soldier is on call. Attention! My duties await, For my country and not for any state, My name maybe unknown but so is my fate, Flag will be my identity till my last date. Share this:TwitterFacebookWhatsAppTumblrPinterestLinkedInRedditTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Related