Last thoughts
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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