The smile that hide,
The pain behind.
The holder of it,
Is the warrior and saviour,
Of one kind.

Never will you find them cry,
If you do.
It will be just before,
They die.

Not because,
They hold the pain,
It's just,
They can no longer protect,
The country the same.

Patriotism is in their blood,
And self- sacrifice is their craze.
Life of a soldier isn't easy.
See them once,
You'll be amazed!