Cadet Siddarth Misra,(VIII),RIMC
The burnished plates of Tank regiments,
Or the rolling waves of Infantry.
The glistening aircraft of the Air Force,
Or the dark, quiet prestige of submarines.
All these take us to the realm of struggle,
To live a life of obedience and frugality.
In a place which is magnificent and fulfilling,
There are times to excel in sports and learning.
We take our gun and go to fight with hundred of crores of blessings,
But for now the rooms are good and we love our messing.
At last anyone would say that opting for Army is an honour,
Other wise you can sit at home and jolly well be a loner.
The burnished plates of Tank regiments,
Or the rolling waves of Infantry.
The glistening aircraft of the Air Force,
Or the dark, quiet prestige of submarines.
All these take us to the realm of struggle,
To live a life of obedience and frugality.
In a place which is magnificent and fulfilling,
There are times to excel in sports and learning.
We take our gun and go to fight with hundred of crores of blessings,
But for now the rooms are good and we love our messing.
At last anyone would say that opting for Army is an honour,
Other wise you can sit at home and jolly well be a loner.
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