Black Valentines 2019
Black Valentines 2019
"When are you coming back?"
A question thrown at a jawan the most
after "How's the josh?" ofcourse.
With no definite answer of the former
the josh is always held high!
Quick question though
Doesn't that break you. Ever?
Amidst toe biting temperatures
Of Siachin
When you get stuck under a
Pile of snow, for days
With no definite way of
Coming out alive,
What burning thoughts keep you warm
To come back to life, only with a risk of dying?
When you lose your brothers while sleeping,
waking up to gunshots and
their dead bodies as the first sight
even before the sunrise,
how does your hand,
your rock solid hand,
reaches to the grenades and bullets
to get back at the militants
before they reach out to smudge away that
little tear gooped at the corner of your eye?
How do you contain that sight?
Doesn't that give you sleepless nights?
When a bunch of you drove off that way,
on that fateful day
where apocalypse was proposed to nature
and devil descended to do the deed at its disposal,
painted Valentines day red and black, forever,
what must've been your last trail of thoughts
before that explosion took your breath away?
Was it- when will I get to see my son?
Or as simple as- can I get a tea somewhere?
Or an existential one- when and how will my life end?
Can't help but obsess over these questions
That'll never make to definite answers.
Last question though-
How do we avenge your murder
when vengeance can cost us more of you?