They fought in the Sahib’s wars,
Thousands of miles from home,
The sons of India -
The Muslim, Sikh and Hindu.
They fought and fell in distance lands -
Turkey, East Africa and the trenches
Of western European,
The sons of India -
The Muslim, Sikh and Hindu.
They, who mosque, gurdwara, mandir,
Marched side by side, to fight in the Sahib’s war,
Thousands of miles from home,
The sons of India -
The Muslim, Sikh and Hindu.
They had grow carefree among the
Lush green hills and golden wheat fields,
Met the Maker in the quagmire of the trenches,
Thousands of miles from home,
The sons of India -
The Muslim, Sikh and Hindu.
Forgotten or ignored by European history,
Not by loved ones, the mothers and sisters.
They lie in foreign lands,
Thousands of miles from home,
The sons of India -
The Muslim, Sikh and Hindu,
Who marched to fight in the Sahib’s war,
Will always be remembered by their loved ones.
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