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Krishan Saini

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Why every soldier is a hero sfr तय krna hme b aacha lga h bs कमी खलती ह तो ik sche hmsfr ki vo agr tum bn sko to hm sfr milo ke nhi jndgi ke bi bin bole पूरे कर लेंगे my training is my weapons my weapon is my hmsfr. #NojotoQuote word of a soldier during preparation for war

Why every soldier is a hero sfr तय krna hme b aacha lga h bs कमी खलती ह तो ik sche hmsfr ki vo agr tum bn sko to hm sfr milo ke nhi jndgi ke bi bin bole पूरे कर लेंगे my training is my weapons my weapon is my hmsfr. #NojotoQuote word of a soldier during preparation for war

Yatendra Singh

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मैं चीर के ज़मीन उम्मीद बोता हूं मैं किसान हूं चैन से कहा सोता हूं। जय जवान जय किसान Never ever forget the power of a farmer and a soldier

मैं चीर के ज़मीन उम्मीद बोता हूं मैं किसान हूं चैन से कहा सोता हूं। जय जवान जय किसान Never ever forget the power of a farmer and a soldier

Abhishek PATEL

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🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳The voice of a soldier! Whenever you try to enter our house, then we will kill you by entering your house. ©ABHI PATEL the voice of a soldier

🇮🇳🇮🇳🇮🇳The voice of a soldier! Whenever you try to enter our house, then we will kill you by entering your house. ©ABHI PATEL the voice of a soldier

Sudhansu Senapati

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A soldier laments Fought the war valiantly, Decorated with medals, awards, Killed many in battle field, Whose war did I fight? Whom did I kill? Soldiers like me, in another uniform, Uniform was his fault, not he, His birth or job at fault, not he. Whom did I shoot? Many a ones like me, Deformed, move in wheelchair, Families broken, in deep despair. Widows of valiant heroes, Cry of dear ones who lost, Who won or who lost? Loss of all, loser and winner. Whose war did I fight? Whose coffers did I fill? #soldier #war #kill

A soldier laments Fought the war valiantly, Decorated with medals, awards, Killed many in battle field, Whose war did I fight? Whom did I kill? Soldiers like me, in another uniform, Uniform was his fault, not he, His birth or job at fault, not he. Whom did I shoot? Many a ones like me, Deformed, move in wheelchair, Families broken, in deep despair. Widows of valiant heroes, Cry of dear ones who lost, Who won or who lost? Loss of all, loser and winner. Whose war did I fight? Whose coffers did I fill? #soldier #war #kill

Piyush Singh Chauhan

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Soldier quotes in Hindi There I stand on the front, Watching it all going on, Survival became a game of hunt, Time's left up till dawn. Forth me lies an elevated ground, Enemy behind rocks - made me bound, A tinest crawl makes a mark, Our allies were the shadows in dark. My arm bleeds for bullet inside, Scratches in my body are deep and wide, My blood now flows to mother earth, And she whispers - " You've proven your worth." I feel bullets striking near me, Commanding my death to set me free, But I waited for my men to flank, And gave cover fire to make my enemy blank. I remember the rifle in my hand, Holding it gives power to defend my land, I remember the casualties I saw, Burns my blood with emotions raw, My shoulder carries the weight of my men, One's fallen and rest waiting for revenge. I gather myself for one last shot, To shoot my enemy admist blind spot, Bullet we fired had names on it, The silence after fight refined as moonlit. Story of a soldier. #army #soldier

Soldier quotes in Hindi There I stand on the front, Watching it all going on, Survival became a game of hunt, Time's left up till dawn. Forth me lies an elevated ground, Enemy behind rocks - made me bound, A tinest crawl makes a mark, Our allies were the shadows in dark. My arm bleeds for bullet inside, Scratches in my body are deep and wide, My blood now flows to mother earth, And she whispers - " You've proven your worth." I feel bullets striking near me, Commanding my death to set me free, But I waited for my men to flank, And gave cover fire to make my enemy blank. I remember the rifle in my hand, Holding it gives power to defend my land, I remember the casualties I saw, Burns my blood with emotions raw, My shoulder carries the weight of my men, One's fallen and rest waiting for revenge. I gather myself for one last shot, To shoot my enemy admist blind spot, Bullet we fired had names on it, The silence after fight refined as moonlit. Story of a soldier. #army #soldier

Satyaprem Upadhyay

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#War #Soldier #Startup #Fight

#War #Soldier #Startup #Fight

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#OpenPoetry TO BE CONTINUED since my boarding school i wanted to sent you a letter, a letter which would contain almost nothing, but will fulfill my fantasy of posting a letter. to you because, its a love letter and you are my first love. but, the dream is still to be continued. not because i don't know how to; but from where to sent was the problem. days past and time flew by and by school ended college began, trend of nokia changed to smartphone, but, i still had that fantasy. by hook or crook you have to recive the letter by me; i was determined. this time i took pen and paper but, can someone tell the pattern to write it? flipped and turned the page of my dairy; to find my old letter, safe in the dairy it was , dairy that i stole from you at the past. pursued my degree, found myself a job and this time it was not the pattern that i forgot; it was lack of time. finally today, i am writing a letter: a hymn of my death, and this time it won't go through post but, with my body,covered with the tricolor. tribute to soldier #OpenPoetry a tribute to soldier #memories #fantasy a soldier never dies

#OpenPoetry TO BE CONTINUED since my boarding school i wanted to sent you a letter, a letter which would contain almost nothing, but will fulfill my fantasy of posting a letter. to you because, its a love letter and you are my first love. but, the dream is still to be continued. not because i don't know how to; but from where to sent was the problem. days past and time flew by and by school ended college began, trend of nokia changed to smartphone, but, i still had that fantasy. by hook or crook you have to recive the letter by me; i was determined. this time i took pen and paper but, can someone tell the pattern to write it? flipped and turned the page of my dairy; to find my old letter, safe in the dairy it was , dairy that i stole from you at the past. pursued my degree, found myself a job and this time it was not the pattern that i forgot; it was lack of time. finally today, i am writing a letter: a hymn of my death, and this time it won't go through post but, with my body,covered with the tricolor. tribute to soldier #OpenPoetry a tribute to soldier #memories #fantasy a soldier never dies

Aisha Mehra

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life of a soldier..

life of a soldier..