Day of Valentine (pulwama attack)

On a delightful day of Valentine,
Group of squaddies on their way to campaign,
On their duty for the nation,
Saving the country is their only emotion,
Arsonist bombed on their happy ride,
Forty lost their souls of pride,
Valentine fades with the blood of squaddies,
Red blood stained over olive green fatigues,
Lions started their roar for revenge,
Blood speeds high ever in the age,
Bombed three cent terror by jet over fly,
Kin of three cent arsonist start to cry,
Mobs were ready with their meme folders,
To celebrate our fighting soldiers,
Son of the soil caught in terror's square,
By their fear,they return him here,
Nation saw him with pride and honour,
Anyhow Hindustan is against the world of terror.