First Fire Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

First fire

We are chosen
To shed blood even
For the rest of the countrymen
Who can live peacefully in earthly heaven?

How can you be safe?
If we chose luxurious life
Spend time in chatting
And go for dating

We can't go mad
If whole of country prefers to be dead
To real world out side
Where we stand on guard

We never complain
But bear pain
Take whatever is offered
And lay down lives when face enemies fire

We bleed
So you people feed
Your children without fear
We are here to take first fire