They are our living saviours,
They are our immortal life guard jackets,
They can be ink to our void pen,
They can be a bluntless sword to our empty scabbard,
They pretend to be happy while an foreseen seperation,
They pretend to hold the tumultuous tears on the death of their fellow members,
They are a plain sentence of death for their unbiased adversaries,
They are deathly gallows to people who raised a finger on their nation,
They can be adamant bricks to our not unknown trust,
They can be fences to the edgeless boundaries,
They are logs of wood to our dying fire,
They are keepers of nature to our unhealthy atmosphere,
They can be a true to wife unreciprocated husband who can hardly see his/her family,
They can be a subtle diamond to their precious daughter,
They are blades to their opponent's nape,
They are bullets to their foe's stone rated heart,
They can be an ointment to our stopless wounds,
They can be an untold grave to their nemesis,
They are everything and they can be genuinely everything,
What we need to do is salute thier fierceness, fearlessness, bravery, sacrifices, valourousness, courage and their unity and strength.
© Krishna Parmar