Initial Days Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was misfired shot
When battle was fought
It was real exercise
We were all full of confidence to rise

The bull eye was no were near
I tried to see middle point with fear
If I miss target this time
What will they think of my bad time?

Hold the rifle like wife
She will never desert you
I remember still that sentence
It made me not o feel tense

Next round went direct to the bull
I built inner confidence very much full
It was do or die approach
I was best cadet as such

The training shapes to build
Makes cadet stubborn with attitude not to yield
It makes life so easy with tough posture
Life stands exemplary with bright future

I still remember initial days
They were presented with hard ways
We stood to the best of the ability
It was life of disciplined army