There are our
jawans, brave but tarnished
On the frontiers
and Siachen glacier, they toil and spend.
Months of
varying temperature shower upon them
Yet they stand
with immunity and what with their grace!
Yes, now, few do
peek at the nameless question:
They, no doubt
have a family; their children must be proud?
It sparkles very
commonly now: India and Pakistan
Brothers but
bloody brothers, sigh, what future intends us?
Their truth, our
truth; claims and disclaims; fiction and non-fiction
If this is what
we are headed to, we cannot be better dressed.
Deep hurt. Who
is so much? Government? People? Paper or trees?
No. Would not so
much hurt us straight. Later. The children on the horizon.
Peace and
harmony is the solution; much heard, goes unseen.
They sacrifice, we
deliver only for happy sleep and avarice.
Debates,
blame-politics, insufferable-confronts, tweets, comments
Pour and out-pour. The gloom over us, to be extinguished
Is only fumed
further.
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