Heroes in the Cold

While we sleep in warm rooms, wrapped in blankets, they stand awake at border.

Their uniforms are frozen, breath turning into ice, fingers numb but

spirit unshaken. Snow settles on their bodies, but duty burns in their hearts.

Just silent sacrifice. They miss festivals and families so that we never have to fear

the night. If freedom feels warm today, remember it is protected by someone

in the cold. Salute to our real heroes. Salute to the brave soldiers of

India.