There was one moment in time
That one moment that I was born
To live and breathe and fly and soar
During noon and night and dusk and dawn.
In my fledgling wings of 1960
I gave people a sense of belonging
They gave me the name 4 BIHAR
And for fifty proud years I’ve been a standing.
I have felt the agony of loss
And the jubilation of victory
I’ve tasted the salt of the tears
And indulged in the frenzy of revelry.
Discipline and training, demos and exercise
Hockey and football, every minute made me wise.
I am tuned to be battle-ready, for peace or for war
To run in with a battle cry, or host a party for two hundred and twenty four.
The snow capped peaks and the desert dunes
The band of pipers and the military tunes
From the Chinese aggression to the Sri Lankan op Pawan
I’ve seen the grief and glory associated with each one.
North Biharis and Adivasis
Form the warp and weft of my fabric
In their courage & commitment,
They’re nothing short of heroic.
Tradition and valour are my middle name
Esprit-de-corps is the strength of our game.
The digest of service dotted with fading ink
It’s the saga of a culture where the brave don’t blink.
People come and go
To places known and unknown
But I remain the only one
They would always call their own.
Like the flow of a river, there’s no stopping me
Like the majestic mountains, I stand as tall as can be.
Like the wind, I blow across the sands of time
Like the sky, I embrace each one as mine.
I am courage, I am enthusiasm, I am discipline, I am killer instinct
I am 4 BIHAR, I am a paltan with 50 years of inventory
I am culture, I am tradition, I am the future inspired by my history.
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