The Kargil
War
A war is
on everyone cried,
Thousands
injured, millions died.
Donations,
funds, everyone tried,
Twenty-four
hours bloodshed,
All emotions
dried.
Time passed,
the enemy was defeated,
with shame
and sorrow, it retreated.
Everyone
happily got busy again,
All have
now forgotten the great pain.
But is it
all over?
Ask those
whose sons died,
Ask those
widows and orphans who cried.
Is is all
Over?
All the sacrifice
has gone to waste,
Everyone
has forgotten in their haste,
About all
those who gave their lives,
Leaving
behind lonely parents and wives.
After the
victory everyone rejoiced,
Who cares
about the many families and homes which were destroyed?
And Still,
and Still a war is on,
A war of
emotions,
A war of
hearts of people of two nations
Who although
are the children of the same mother,
Now hate
to look at each other.
This hatred
had given rise to the dispute,
Breaking
the branches, killing the roots.
Cease this,
irrigate the plant of oneness with love and See,
See the
plant grow into a full fledged tree.
A tree bearing
the fruits of love,
Giving shelter
to the peace-loving dove.
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