Microfables

क्यों फ़िक्र करूं मैं जहां की, जहां से मेरा कोई नाता नहीं, मेरा सारा जहां तो मेरा यार है।

We are celebrating, today the valour, the honour, the dignity of those who shed their blood on the battlefield that cries their stories. We are celebrating, again the day, the war, the victory which we achieved two entire decades ago, of the crevices that whoops their pride boldly and joyfully. We are celebrating them those who stood on the arena of war fearless, determined and powerful as the bullets grazed past them, others that pierced through their bodies and the blood laden figures that laid on the Kargil land. We are celebrating, those who returned home wrapped in the shroud the tiranga that rested heavily around. We are celebrating, the shrill screams loud but incoherent of the families who lost their beloved. We are celebrating, the vacancies they held in their heart for the men, the sons who martyred for the country. We are celebrating, the fear with which the mothers prayed for the wards they sent away on a mission, that was courageous. We are celebrating, the grievances of the group that must have huddled close to mourn the ones they, us, we all lost The triumph, dear to us was indeed brought back And here we are sitting tight celebrating today, again!