Kargil

a poem by

The majestic snow covered mountains,
A symbol of peace and tranquility
Have undergone a transformation.
The echoing of the guns,
The air raid sirens,
The cry of the wounded
Reverberate through the air,
Pierce the stillness.

The young soldiers
Barely out of their teens
Appear tough in their uniforms.
A long line to place calls home
The conversation with the loved ones
Drop the façade.
Underneath lies the soft core,
In the wallet a photograph,
What is this battle all about?
Land, People…

A piece of land that stays,
People who move on,
Occupy only a rectangular space
Six feet by two!!

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