While doing the Pre- Diwali cleaning I found this poem. A young Jawan calls his mom from the war front. clearly it is not the time of mobile phones! It was writteen as early ass June 1999!
Hello! Hello! Mom?..
Its me…
Can you hear me?
Don’t cry mom
I am fine.
Yes, the shelling is going on,
The past few days
Have been tough
I am a man now.
Remember what you taught?…
To work as a team!
It’s just the same principle.
I know you are proud of me…
Yes, I am eating well,
Have to be strong.
Duty calls mom..
There are others waiting inline
Will call you again,
Hug ‘chotu’ for me,
Love you.