THE KARGIL WAR WAS FOUGHT ENTIRELY FROM
OUR SIDE OF THE LAND. WE NEVER CROSSED LOC
TO WIN THE WAR IN A SHORTER TIME.
A timid, blue gurgling, shimmering river
from atop the mountains it gaily came.
Mysterious and silent the snow-clad giver
was witness to deceit, loyalty and fame.
It glowed like sapphire with crystals' hue -
far above the tricolour proudly hovered.
The peaks were taken by a deceitful few;
their dark intentions were all that mattered.
The sons of the soil went up the posts
but came back home hideously martyred.
On higher terrain were those devil's hosts,
but our sons on moral grounds chartered.
We lost too many but at last won the peak
while some played god in veiled shroud.
The brave moved up, situation was bleak -
they laid their lives and made us proud.
Yes, blood was spilt in this brute fight
and air, water, soil were the true witness.
Victory came to steely resolve and pure might
while our sons from true path never digress.
Prasenjit©2023
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