A Tribute To The Forgotten Heroes Of Kargil Poem by Pranav Gothic

Today,
I kissed the soil where they fell
To save 'us' from hell
Today,
I heard them cry for the dead angels
And there's nothing much to tell.

I could hear,
They were happy to sacrifice
They had surmounted the fear
There was nothing much to bear
But the church's bell
And there's nothing much to tell.

I could feel,
The winds there were whistling as if they don't care
It was nature's deal
To rewind the reel
And make us learn,
They were priceless
And make us yearn
Their souls were what we'd sell
And there's nothing much to tell.

Do we remember them?
The news reader asked.
Do we take them for granted?
Are our hearts haunted?
Laid to the blacktop
And kicked down the slopes of Tiger hills
But who cares for the thrills?
Who waits for the bills?
Who wants to drill
A stoned heart of a selfish nation
'A palace of Illusions'-
It's a place where we dwell
And there's nothing much to tell