Pranav Gothic - A tribute to the forgotten heroes of Kargil

Today, <br />I kissed the soil where they fell <br />To save 'us' from hell <br />Today, <br />I heard them cry for the dead angels <br />And there's nothing much to tell. <br /> <br />I could hear, <br />They were happy to sacrifice <br />They had surmounted the fear <br />There was nothing much to bear <br />But the church's bell <br />And there's nothing much to tell. <br /> <br />I could feel, <br />The winds there were whistling as if they don't care <br />It was nature's deal <br />To rewind the reel <br />And make us learn, <br />They were priceless <br />And make us yearn <br />Their souls were what we'd sell <br />And there's nothing much to tell. <br /> <br />Do we remember them? <br />The news reader asked. <br />Do we take them for granted? <br />Are our hearts haunted? <br />Laid to the blacktop <br />And kicked down the slopes of Tiger hills <br />But who cares for the thrills? <br />Who waits for the bills? <br />Who wants to drill <br />A stoned heart of a selfish nation <br />'A palace of Illusions'- <br />It's a place where we dwell <br />And there's nothing much to tell<br /><br />Pranav Gothic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tribute-to-the-forgotten-heroes-of-kargil/