Come home, soon.

Come home soon.” His daughter’s voice rings in his ears over the gunfire.
Shaking the blurry vision, he sets the crossfire straight.

“For the love of my nation.” Screaming with whatever breath he had left, he fires the tank, killing the last rank of the enemy troops and securing LOC KARGIL.


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The Gallant Regiments

Be it night or dawn
they stand strong,
protecting us from
that is wrong.

Leaving behind the
earthly desires,
they’re the brave ones
who guard the barbed wires.

The sun arrives with
an urge to survive,
to live another day and
see their family while alive.

The gun on their shoulder
weigh a zillion pounds.
Without a flinch they lift it
high to break all bounds.

Staring in the face of death
they sleep,
Unsure what secret the next
day may keep.

Naïve are the ones who ask
if they not have a heart.
For they are ones with
the bravest lionheart
.


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