Was it the blood from your eye,
Or was it the ‘bloods’ reflection?
Was it your own wound,
Or was it a wound’s vision?
Was it a threat that you felt?
Or was it a deadly imagination?
Decide and decide for yourself this time,
As war will give the same intimidating vision.
Uri, As the place is named,
Were there a few whose lives was claimed.
Unknown they were lying asleep,
Of the terror that was following,
Those shots fired, did penetrate,
Leaving us with an answer to retaliate,
We hear you want no war as we,
Then why did you commit such an atrocity?
Do you own a mother, who awaits,
For a short phone call that her child has to make.
Have you had a partner at home,
Who dies every day like the diminishing foam,
For the one she loves and looks for,
But country’s love he wants to explore.
Well, are you attached to your kids?
Who wait for you in awe of gifts.
Tell me does your heart hear a bell?
Wen you get to hear what your child has to tell.
Do you even have a heart?
If yes, then did you ever gave it a thought?
What if your mother could see you no more,
What if your love’s life soars,
What if your child loses your arms,
What if those lives lose their charm?
Those who died earned respect,
What, in return did you get?
The hatred that the family now bears,
Is like a mountain getting wet in tears,
It’s piercing every inch of the soil,
And has got every folk to moil.
A paradise that the valley is,
Would it remain the same?
If the same inhuman acts,
Continue to fill the land with shame.
The bewitching beauty would cry in pain,
When blood would creep throughout its vein,
Do you know who will suffer the most,
When our country men will riposte?
Mankind, “O being”, it will be it,
Its core Will be hit and slit,
Such a deed would get no victory,
It will be a loss forever in history.
Let’s make the world a healthy place,
With no worries and no regrets,
Where people live as the best of mates,
No hatred prevails and love dominates,
Separated by a line and not by heart,
So let us take a fresh start.
Let’s hug one other in full zeal,
And allow our past wounds to heal.
O fellow brethren, let’s breathe as one,
And shine together as the bright sun.
– by Nisha Tiwari