KARGIL

Each time the postman came by the road I ran to the window
and waited for a post to arrive from you...

As he marched away from home, i rested relieved...

With thoughts of dread, i would open your letters,
describing your adventures atop the hills of the mighty Himalayas,
carrying your gun,donning army colours,

Proudly bearing the INDIAN insignia...

Tears of joy pride and love overflow in bounds,
son I pray each second that you reach home safe again...

I've dreamed of you my son,
yesterday...

returning home victorious in war

Today on your birthday, I offered my prayers to the lords above us..
I look beyond the window anticipating your letter...
 

The phone rings...

Announcing that my son is a martyr...