A MARTYR'S CRY
Died I, most willingly, for my Mother land
Bothers no one weather in water or sand.
Left behind were my beloveds, parents, kids, wife.
No one will ever understand their sorrow n strife.
A soldier for his nation, gives his all.
He fights unto his breath last, n then falls.
People I wish so indifferent n callous were not.
Respect they would every soldier who valiantly fought.
O God in Heaven, this respect, to them, please teach.
For our Army, a prayer, compassion, respect some, I beseech.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
