This poem was written when the Kargil war was being fought at the borders.
At the world's highest altitude,
Mother India's sons did her proud,
All over Drass,Siachen and kargil
Gunfire boomed clear and loud.
On those awesome altitudes,
The jawans for months did stay,
Braving hostile snowstorms and bullets,
Not for a moment did courage give way.
Far away from gore and death,
Are the ungrateful,undeserving us,
Young sons fight for their country's honour,
Politicians play games,kick up a fuss.
Our long lost brothers ,the Pakistanis,
Greed for power has turned them into foes,
We opt for bus links and peace talks,
They mutilate bodies and cut off toes.
The world denounces their misdeeds,
Calls them a terrorist state,
While here a father,mother,wife and son,
Hope with eyes fixed at their gate.
Let's not forget their sacrifices,
Or the sufferings they did bear,
As they shower us with love from Kargil,
Join your hands and say a silent prayer.
At the world's highest altitude,
Mother India's sons did her proud,
All over Drass,Siachen and kargil
Gunfire boomed clear and loud.
On those awesome altitudes,
The jawans for months did stay,
Braving hostile snowstorms and bullets,
Not for a moment did courage give way.
Far away from gore and death,
Are the ungrateful,undeserving us,
Young sons fight for their country's honour,
Politicians play games,kick up a fuss.
Our long lost brothers ,the Pakistanis,
Greed for power has turned them into foes,
We opt for bus links and peace talks,
They mutilate bodies and cut off toes.
The world denounces their misdeeds,
Calls them a terrorist state,
While here a father,mother,wife and son,
Hope with eyes fixed at their gate.
Let's not forget their sacrifices,
Or the sufferings they did bear,
As they shower us with love from Kargil,
Join your hands and say a silent prayer.
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