By Gurdeep Singh
Treading trails in snowy mountains
climbs down to scorching plains
leaves behind chaste snow
rivers sacred ganges below
the infantryman runs race of his life
for glorification of his pride
left right left he yells whole day
perfect his skills in veteran's way
one eye ball contact with prey
drops him down with anon spray
it is beginning not the end
borders of india he defend
enemy face he turns pale
epitaphs croon his bayonet's tale
fatigue, hunger he knows not
shooting foe he forgets not
tearful eyes heavy heart
it is foots logger's time to part
recruit he came veteran he goes
joins his long separated folks
cherish fables of hey days
"the infantarian" fades away one day
The last man standing
By Sumit Bhashera
(The poem portrays the indomitable infantry spirit ie. fight to the Last man last round)
When will to fight dies,
trouble seems to touch the skies
The ray of hope from no where rise,
and the way seems to be lost in disguise.
When every effort is dying hastily,
in the cruel hands of destiny.
When every single straw of hope,
is drowning into the river of sorrow.
When the last beacon of shore,
is gradually fading in the stormy roars.
When the last lamp lighting your path,
is dwindling in the ghastly dark.
Don't loose hope as you are still breathing.
Find courage, reasons and love for living.
Time is a wheel continuously moving.
All you have to be is the last man standing,
THE LAST MAN STANDING
An infantry officer's prayer
Lord Make me worthy
of the men I serve,
worthy of their loyalty
and devotion to duty.
Their wondrous willingness
and ready laughter.
Their great humility
that asks so little
and gives so much,
so readily without complaint.
Grant their simple wishes
Bless them please
For in this world
No better soldiers breathe