Out there they live
Blazing in the viridescent hue
With simmering blood flowing
beneath the skin
Marching in the green aura
Waving at the safforn flag of
courage and strength
Out there they live
in the moribund edge of life..
Stolid face masks the
Deep nostalgia of long seen family
Jugulating the brooding and apprehensive thoughts..
They strive there at the minus degree
and even at the hot blacing
furnace of tropics
parading with their guns
in equisite pattern
And shooting each gun shot in unity
Sleeping with the eyes open
Pouncing over even
at the impulse of a camisade
Unflapping even at
the tycoon of foes ,
protecting the treasure box
Of each of our 'Independence'