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Kargil Soldier – A Tribute

a poem by Dhilla SamsonKumar

High on the mountain snow
I have taken a vow
To keep my country glow
In spite of infilters flow
I have given the unjust a blow

High on the mountain mist
I have taken the bullet on chest
To make my country the best
In spite of all odd test
I have given you all a safe best

High on the mountain bed
I have stained the snow in red
To give my country what I said
In spite of things I wed
I lay here on mountain dead

When a Soldier falls in love

a poem by Spandan Dash

In an evening, in the middle of Arabian Sea,
A soldier saw a girl in white Kurti with blue jeans,
He fell in love at first sight,
Both had one destination, to Mumbai,
Everybody were excited to see the dark blue sea,
But soldier was excited to see the bee,
The ship was so big,
With lots of compartment inside it,
And that girl was always confused with her cabin,
So she asked the soldier to guide her to find,
Soldier was an ex-navy captain with lots of experience,
He helped her and she said thank you ‘O’ Mister,
Her few words touches the soldiers heart,
Soldier became excited and proposed to her immediately,
Girl was confused but finally agreed,
Happily both enjoyed their voyage,
But there was a twist in their love story,
Unfortunately the ship hit a sea mountain,
And the ship wrecked in a few seconds,
There were few life boats with hardly any life jackets,
But that well prepared ex-captain who saved a lot of lives,
By sacrificing own life,
The girl was frustrated,
But didn’t kill herself,
Rather she became a navy soldier,
In Indian cost-guard,
And this story gave a message to the nation,
That a soldier always falls in love with his duty rather than love with a beauty.

Prostrate Men

a poem by Rakesh Rai

The smoke had left the ground,
There was no move, no sound.
The mastiff rose with a high chest,
To find its dead master in earnest.
The aura brought the smell of destruction,
The mastiff moved forward with adoration.
It had, at last, its master found,
Lying lifeless on the damaged ground.
There were thousands of men paying penalty to dead,
All died for their country to get their history made.
There were lakhs of battle men terminated,
Fought for their national feelings to get ventilated.
Every soul became sad as besmirch had got their nation,
But now, every dying heart knew, war was not the solution.
No victors, no vanquished,
To speak of pride, so childish.
The robust dog thought, God, why this war?
You have taken their lives fixed in a deadly jar.
Men were fighting for their own mother nature,
To lose their only lives like forest creatures.
Again the mastiff rose with a tear in its eye,
And asked the question as to its depression – why?
It had its evening for its master in moan,
And started its maiden journey sad alone.