Kargil

A long line to place calls home

The majestic snow covered mountains,

A symbol of peace and tranquility

Have undergone a transformation.

The echoing of the guns,

The air raid sirens, 

the cry of the wounded

Reverberate through the air,

Pierce the stillness.

The young soldiers 

Barely out of their teens

Appear tough in their uniforms.

The conversation with the loved ones

Drop the façade.

Underneath lies the soft core,

In the wallet a photograph,

What is this battle all about?

Land, People…

A piece of land that stays,

People who move on,

Occupy only a rectangular spaceSix feet by two!!