The Sons of India (on Kargil war)

a poem by Tasneem

When here, we were sitting in our homes cozily,
There they were, bleeding profusely

When we were busy watching the match
Killing the enemy was their greatest catch

When we spoke how much we love India
They had proved how much they loved India

When people were bothered about their personal gains
There they were smiling through pain

When we slept in our rooms warm and safe
There in freezing cold they lay wide awake

Yes, they are our Indian soldiers
guarding our borders rightly called
“The Sons of India”.