The Martyr's Sacrifice

A poem written by my lil sis, Shruti Jalali. A sweetheart. All the best for ur exams Shruti!

As the sun rose on the horizon,
a shadow was seen in the valley,
It strode steadily towards the border,
Not wasting a second, not stopping to dally.
In minutes, it was joined by others,
Together, they contained an army,
They clapped their hands together and said,
"We'll stop at nothing to free our country!"
Hand in hand, they stood for each other,
For their nation, for the Kashmir valley.
They reached their enemy's camp, and quietly,
Not to arouse his senses, but alas,
He had been warned by an inside traitor,
Who, for a rupee, allowed destruction to tresspass.
Out came the enemy, our soldiers, beware!
For here come the men with no heart and no hair,
He took aim with his rifles,
Trying in vain to shoot,
Our sons of the soil, who cared not,
Only lived to uproot,
the black snakes who dared go against the Almighty
They were banned by our patriots, to enter Kashmir Valley
The shoot out prevaied, killing many for both,
Each Kashmrir, who roared, "Save my Mother, let me die!"
Every martyr fought valiantly, but still, instead,
Each one died resisting, not failing to try.
They gave their lives, to make us all free,
To instill into us, that we need not flee,
But the question remains, as the martyrs' plea,
Will no one apply salve, to me wounded Kashmir Valley?

The sun set that evening,
Blood-shot with the paint,
that the martyr's had offered,
As their voices grew faint,
Who will avenge them?
For those dangers, till date.
Kill innocent children,
Who will bring thmem to their fate?

- Shruti Jalali (Written in Sep - 2003)