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Tomorrow, we celebrate our victory in Kargil. It happened a decade back but I must confess, the war still shakes me up. I must say that this has been a prominent incident where I have been disturbed without being impacted. Heavy artillery, piercing gunshots and blaring media coverage brought war to our drawing rooms during the summers of ninety nine. I was disturbed by the people (and media) raising questions on Army’s inability to guard the borders at the outset, people hero-worshipping them despite being a failed unit and real politic over the dead bodies.
Initially, there was lot of negative news around blaming the political leadership, the army (not the air force) and our neighbor. I just had an appeal. I pay my ode to those brave hearts today.
An Appeal
The panorama of gory wars
Signatures unconcerning scars on one’s forehead
The soldier fighting valiantly
Scripts his role verily in the bloodshed
For the pristine glory of the motherland
And the demanding duties of national services
He stood there, firm on the Border
Reckoning the need of the crises
Wounded albeit, He fought, gunning down malicious enemy intruders
Brave He fought, then enlisting himself among ‘Characteristic Indian Supreme Sacrifices’
Arrived the martyr’s coffin
Draped in majestic tricolor
Gallantly, He had laid down his life
To cause the Indian Flag flutter
The moving vignettes of sufferings
Along the hostile battlefield fires
Creates deep clamour to dumb chagrins
But everything annuls at soldier’s burning pyres
The crazy heartbeat of the unborn child
Salutes the father’s indefatigable courage
The pregnant newly widowed young mother
Pledges her son for yet another sacrificial page
Not everybody keeps dry eyes
Not everybody courageously sights into skies
The dashed dreams and crushed hopes bring tears
The felt emptiness and gloomy future brings fears
The father feels weak on the knees
The mother seems to have lost life’s keys
The wife’s somber solitude abnegates to cease
But don’t feel piteous, demeaning their honour, their pride –‘PLEASE’
Yes, rightly ‘Not everybody can be at war’
But a true patriot leads himself someway to the national altar
Bid carping with august conscience
And express your solidarity with utmost gratitude
‘We need them’ and ‘We are with them’
Show the concerning approach with right attitude
Signatures unconcerning scars on one’s forehead
The soldier fighting valiantly
Scripts his role verily in the bloodshed
For the pristine glory of the motherland
And the demanding duties of national services
He stood there, firm on the Border
Reckoning the need of the crises
Wounded albeit, He fought, gunning down malicious enemy intruders
Brave He fought, then enlisting himself among ‘Characteristic Indian Supreme Sacrifices’
Arrived the martyr’s coffin
Draped in majestic tricolor
Gallantly, He had laid down his life
To cause the Indian Flag flutter
The moving vignettes of sufferings
Along the hostile battlefield fires
Creates deep clamour to dumb chagrins
But everything annuls at soldier’s burning pyres
The crazy heartbeat of the unborn child
Salutes the father’s indefatigable courage
The pregnant newly widowed young mother
Pledges her son for yet another sacrificial page
Not everybody keeps dry eyes
Not everybody courageously sights into skies
The dashed dreams and crushed hopes bring tears
The felt emptiness and gloomy future brings fears
The father feels weak on the knees
The mother seems to have lost life’s keys
The wife’s somber solitude abnegates to cease
But don’t feel piteous, demeaning their honour, their pride –‘PLEASE’
Yes, rightly ‘Not everybody can be at war’
But a true patriot leads himself someway to the national altar
Bid carping with august conscience
And express your solidarity with utmost gratitude
‘We need them’ and ‘We are with them’
Show the concerning approach with right attitude
July 11, 1999
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