Our Bretherne Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We shall never know
As they move and go
No task is so holy
Where they are ordered to be ready

Rain or disaster
Earthquake or river water
The population is affected
He army is called in to be acted

What do we know about their plight?
They always say it "right"
We shall never trade honor
We shall lay down the life for

We fight for every inch
And silently reach
To the target
To scale the fate

Let people throw bottles
Or settle
With irate mood
We shall prepare and provide food

It is humanitarian war
We need not go far
It is for our brethren
That causes lots of concern