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Who would I be?


Who would I be
if I change myself

Like everyone else
there's something within me
that I too wanna get rid of but
who would I be if not this pain, if not this insane.

Would it be easier to bear it then
if I bury my fragile heart in the cold sand
How would it make sense 
to leave my calling unanswered behind

If I really let all my fears go,
if I really win all my doubts over
what can guarantee that there'll not be something new

If I would change myself thoroughly, would it be really me 
& if not, then who would I be.

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सैनिक

तुम कठिन अभ्यास करते हो, हम गर्व कर लेते हैं तुम सरहदों की रक्षा करते हो, हम गर्व कर लेते हैं  हर त्यौहार, घर-परिवार भूल कर,  तुम प्रतिपल संघर्ष करते हो, हम गर्व कर लेते हैं  कब किस गोली पर लिखा हो नाम  तुम्हारा ,  तुम बिन परवाह किए,  धुप, बारिश, तूफान में  माँ भारत का सजदा करते हो, हम गर्व कर लेते हैं    शहादत पर तुम्हारी हम परवाह करें ना करें, पर हम गर्व कर लेते हैं  संतुष्ट कर लेते हैं हम खुद को, जो दोगुने सैनिक दुश्मन के मारे जाए  शर्मिंदा हैं हम, कैसे जीवन की कीमत तुम्हारी कम कर देते हैं  कुछ और शायद कर नहीं सकते, इसलिए हम गर्व कर लेते हैं!
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