Last thoughts

We were on a mission

I was in one among the many trucks;

The cold was filtering into

The bones through my uniform.

Reflexively I smiled, remembering

My daughter laugh, and again laugh 

At me winking at her.

She never got tired of laughing

At the very same act repeated

Over and over again...

I wondered why grown ups 

Can never do the same…

Why do they lose interest

On repetitions that's innocent…

My fellow being raised his eyebrows

Quizzed by the smile I bore…

I winked at him

And he too smiled.

“O! My angel I miss you so much…”

Then it was just a bombardment 

That I remember…

Flames lurking all around,

Cries reverberating,

I felt the dreams and reveries

Being shattered at the moment

To be transformed to prayers

And ardent blessings,

And her flamboyant smile still clear…

“O my dear, look at the stars

There I will be winking at you

Love you, your Paa…”




Tribute and salute with tears...

Regurgitating Pulwama attack.

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