Mother' Earth's Cold Embrace.

At the world's highest battle field,
Indian soldiers bid their farewell last,
This was no battle against any enemy
It was nature's fury, that untold gloom cast.

Ten of the brave Madras regiment deployed
At the Siachen glacier 20,000 feet high,
Lay buried under the sudden avalanche
Thirty-five feet under a cold,white shroud to die.

The gallant armed forces,
They left no stone unturned,
Armed with a search crew and sniffer dogs,
With the buried brave hearts they returned.

Alas, nine of them had bid goodbye,
And the tenth too breathed his last,
Cause when faced with nature's wrath,
Indian or Pakistani, the casualties they just fall fast.

The inhospitable terrain of Siachen
Has always been the cause of death,
Nearly 2000 soldiers have breathed their last,
Not by enemy fire, but climatic conditions they have met.

Efforts to demilitarize Siachen region,
Did come up to the fore,
But lack of perseverance and political will
Has pushed that idea back some more.

Hope it is soon that both countries know
The calamities soldiers face,
We are throwing our brave jawans
Into Mother Earth's cold embrace.

JAIHIND!!!