Abhinandan

A blackened eye but a confident gait
Escorted by Ranger, he enters through the Indian Gate.

A prisoner of circumstance, our pride is home
To a soil which he calls his home

Rejoice! for now he is back
But pray for the ones, who we couldn't track.

Many a men are MIA
Dead or Captured, who can say?

Rejoice for our soldier is back
But pray for the ones who gave their lives - on the track.

Forget not those Martyred souls
Those yet to avenge, but not at the risk of you.

We've lost many a men on the frontline now
Those yet to avenge, but not at the risk of you.

War cries we shout from our homes
Those yet to avenge, but not at the risk of you.

Let's go to war at the cost of who?
We'll avenge our brothers but not at the cost of you .

We've got you back but lost many not few
We'll avenge our brothers but not at the cost of you.