The Proud Forehead
You share quiet moments with death,
Standing tall where the world ends,
At the border where life feels fragile,
Yet your resolve never bends.
The Himalayas stretch endlessly before you,
Wrapped in a cold, merciless white.
There’s nothing but snow, silence,
And your unwavering fight.
The wind cuts like knives, the frost grips your soul,
But your fire refuses to fade.
In the heart of this frozen wilderness,
You stand—vigilant, unafraid.
You don’t know when a bullet will strike,
Or if the next moment might be your last.
But you hold the line, step by step,
Your courage a bridge to the past.
Each sacrifice you make lights a flame,
Burning brighter with every breath you give.
Because of you, we sleep in peace,
Because of you, our dreams live.
So today, on Army Day, we honor you,
The silent hero in the harshest fight.
Because of you, our nation’s forehead
Rises proud, glowing with your light.
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