I AM THE INFANTRY
You have seen me everywhere
In thick of battle without a care
From Mahabharata to the present day
I have so far kept the enemy at bay
Rifle and bayonet in my hand
My gutsy charge the foe couldn’t stand
And at my feet lay victory
I am the Infantry.
Warfare really started with me
Thereafter came the Cavalry
Gunners and Sappers followed suit
Arms and Services then took root
Fought at first with sword and spear
With a shield to protect and dagger to bear
Added musket to my armoury
I am the Infantry.
Fought raiders in Kashmir to stem the tide
Didn’t let Poonch, Naushera or Tithwal slide
Freed Hyderabad and Goa with relative ease
With grit and courage fought the Chinese
In ‘65 beat the Pakistanis in the West
Determined and firm, I stood the test
Dograi was captured and so was Hajipir
I am the Infantry.
In ‘71 again the war was on
Bangladesh liberated with elan
Through paddy and swamp, river and brook
Resolutely advanced till Dacca I took
As Hilli and Sylhet became folklore
The enemy in the West, apart I tore
At Basantar and Longewala wrote history
I am the Infantry.
For varied operations in territory unforeseen
I am plunged into action violent and mean
With the UN to oversee peace prevail
For Congo and Gaza I set a sail
With IPKF in Sri Lanka, sought a decision
In Maldives I acted with surgical precision
In Kargil I made the enemy flee
I am the Infantry.
Pride of the Army, am marksman and stalker
Vigilant at Siachen, guard the frontier
Ensure freedom to citizens all the while
Forced to hunt terrorist and hostile
I heliland, paradrop, slither and ski
There is none other as adaptable as me
For survival, eat shakar-paras and poorie
I am the Infantry.
In the final analysis when results we decide
The necessary cutting edge doth I provide
May peace prevail, at the borders I stay
For the honour of the motherland, my life I lay
Sacrifice and obedience are my “dharm-o-imaan”
Valour and courage, my “izzat-o-shaan”
My jewels are my Regiments and camaraderie
I am the Infantry.
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Yes Sir very nice.
I am Infantry, i have gobbled all the promotions and prized postings in the Army.
I am Infantry and shamelessly promote lanyard culture to the detriment of capable and meritorious personnel of other arms and services.
I am Infantry ,though i am zero without others like Arty,Armour and Engineers,when it comes to taking the cake i will eat the whole thing.
I am Infantry i want all vacancies for plum postings and jobs.
Well done.
Superb poem. Brings out the ethos of Infantry loud and clear.Thought I will add here “ In Flanders Field “
In Flanders Fields
BY JOHN MCCRAE
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days Iago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
“HAPPY INFANTRY DAY”