• utkarshpandey 152w

    Revenge of Pulwama

    It is a cricket match isn't it ,
    Stats don't match and you feel lost
    Do you know the sand goes thick and red ,
    When blood sheds to pay that cost .

    It is easy to seek revenge ,
    With no guns in your hands
    When no friends you had lost .
    And no shoulders were given
    To the men wrapped in flags
    When you slept a night that quietly passed.

    It is indeed simple,
    Holding the candles and marching for revenge.
    There it's not that different you see
    just that the candle fire burns.
    Burns enemy along with your friends.
    It roasts the supper prayer,
    For those who had pledged their duty ,
    To defend their motherland