O you killer peaks of Siachen! Cruel has been your whim,
Ignoble and insane,
To unleash your deadly assault,
On duty-bound sentinels,
Without giving them a chance,
To fight and prove their mettle.
Without giving them a chance,
To fight and prove their mettle.
Look, every sensitive heart,,
Is struck with a rude shock,
Wondering what prompted you,
To play a game so unfair.
Wasn't it an act of deceit,
Vicious and cruel,
To trap them so unawares,
In that most unjust warfare?
Had some evil impulse,
Overcome you all of a sudden?
Mischief so mean otherwise,
Couldn't be your normal action.
Or did you feel challenged,
Insecure or belittled,
By the superhuman fortitude,
Of the heroes posted there .?
No, they hadn't been there,
To dare your sky-high stature,
Nor disrupt your pristine solitude,
Or blemish your snowy splendour.
They had come there trudging,
The tough mountain terrains,
To guard the precious lone posts,
Bordering their own motherland.
Just to keep a silent vigil,
On and around the fields, Lest some evil eye should dare,
Desecrate the sacred portals.
Yes, they were there braving,
The most inimical climes,,,
Performing their duties in earnest,
As sacred, religious rituals.
Then why did your cruel avalanche
Hit as if they were your foes,
Buried them alive in ice,
Hiding their very existence?
But be not proud you agent of Death!
Of cutting short their physical beings,
For stories of their matchless courage,
Will keep echoing in the air around you
And in the mind and heart of the nation !!
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