In distant foreign lands I roam,
A stranger among strange faces,
I know not where the road leads
I know not when I will fall
I know not if this be my last sunset
I know not a tomorrow,
But today, here in this distant land,
I cast my fears away,
This is the place where ill-thoughts die and good are born
For I have God, my protector by my side and I am with Him
(Injaram is one of the camps in Chattisgarh where the 9th NAP (IR) men were posted for 3 years where they lost men who sacrificed their lives so that someone else' live is secure and save)
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