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Salute Army, Salute Army Man, Salam

Assistance is available in woe 
Assistance is ready before foe
Assistance is before abnormality or oddity
Assistance is touching anon with ability
When & where there is none to be willingly.

It may be afloat with ice or hot sunshine
flooded with rainy or stormy water or undermine.
It would be destroyed fire
Or in hundred metres depth misfire
Or In deep darkness scene
Where is your helping hand

Be ready for assisting to spread the hand,
Ready for standing before pointed gun before hand.
Ready for entering the burning
fire
Be ready for showing valour before enemy's satire
There is only one but none.

Always be alert without dozing or
drowsing ,
Whether day or night ,
Always be active to perform duties without neglcting
Whether hot summer noon or chilly winter night ,
Always go forward to save the victimisers afflicted
Whether the sea stormed or the river flooded.
Always move ahead to walk steady footed Whether Mercury frozen or boiled area affected .

Never care for himself or family condition
Never think of power, property or position,
Never think of health of hygiene,eye glaucoma
Never think of fear to Corona or love of aroma,

Only thinks
to Abet, Aid, Assist people ,
to Save Security and Safety
Of country.

Picture design Anumita Roy

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Prasanna Bhatta
Retired Teacher residing Bhramarpur Ganjam, Odisha

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