A Soldier at icy post, The icy heights stretch forth, Beyond the haze, the sentry’s eyes, Hawk like intuition.
The veil of mist over the hills, And glacial winds.
Visions of home after blow in, While the enemy fox-like latent.
His guns ever hear, he steals a glance, As if by wishing the enemy would be disperse.
The icy cold guns share with him, An eagerness for the kill, a longing for home.
Oh! If the heavens were to hear, The mournful longings of a heart so brave.
To him we obliged our sleepy nights, Our children’s joys and life delights.
The rustle of the wind, the floral scents, Ask within us with eager and question.
Do we spare him a thought, a prayer whispered? For in his blood, our hopes and dreams ripe.
This poem is written by Hav (AEC) Rajinder Kumar Thakur of the Field Regiment
