Ode to the Siachen Martyr












Wo raat thi kuch adheri si,
Wo chaand bhi laga muskura raha tha;
Baat hui thi unse, Post pe aane se pehle,
Bataya tha unhe, yaha ki jami khoobsurati ke bare me,

Mere saathi kehte hai, anokha paatal hai ye!
Par barf me, sangharsh se khilte phool ko dekha hai maine.
Kuch hosla sa milta hai dekh kar.
Us phool ki jageh toh kisi ki zulfo me hai,
Jab usne sankat me khilna nahi chodha, toh hum par toh bhartiya janta ki zimmewari hai!
 
Fauj ki bharti se pehle, poocha that mere teacher ne,
“Kyu marna chahte ho aisi akritagya (thankless) janta ke liye?”
Us wardi me kritagyata kritaghnata ka ahsaas nahi, gyaat nahi;
Is dharti ke rinn, toh kuch mujhe bhi chukaane hai.  

Baat karke us raat,
chala that apne bunker ki or;
Us kohre se ghire ajab sannaate me
Achanak! Ek gaganbhedi si, dahaadti hui aawaaj hui!

 Mere pairo ko zameen ka sahara nahi mil raha tha!
Barf hi barf, har taraf se mujhe baha rahi thi!
Mai chatpataya! Ek jad bhi agar haath aa jaati
Par barf se ghire us khaufnaak manzar me, bas meri rifle ne wafa nibhai thi.
 
Kitni thand thi, ab kya bayan karu?
Par teri thapkiyo ki yaad ki garmaahat thi Maa…
Us choolhe ki aanch ki taap ka ahsaas tha…
Aur ek nirvivaad bharosa tha, C.O sahab ke darbaar me kahi gayi us baat ka.

 Yaha aane se pehle, haath milaya tha unhone
Kaha tha “Shaabaash! Poora bharosa hai tumpe!”
Us hosle aur paltan ki izzat ki aag ne,
barf me dabe 6 din, is khoon ko kholaye rakha!

Aaj nahi hu mai.
Par bharosa hai, meri misaal amar rahegi;
Amar jawaan ki jyoti me, har pal jaloonga mai,
Fir bhi kehta hu, bina afsos, is fauj ki wardi me kritagyata kritaghnata ka ahsaas nahi gyaat nahi.
 
 
 


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