{"id":173257,"date":"2021-10-03T01:48:31","date_gmt":"2021-10-02T20:18:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/?p=173257"},"modified":"2021-10-03T19:48:35","modified_gmt":"2021-10-03T14:18:35","slug":"poem-52","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/arunachaltimes.in\/index.php\/2021\/10\/03\/poem-52\/","title":{"rendered":"POEM"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bum-la stands<\/strong><\/h3>\n

— Miranda Pertin(APCS),<\/strong>
\nAssistant Director, Department of CA, Naharlagun.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Alighting from the car on rocky dusty ground,
\nset my feet down.
\nWith eager heart and hurried steps,
\nto peek at the dragon red,
\nto stroke its tail that around here curved.
\nWith a deep breath took in the view ,
\nthe surroundings n mountains at the pass.
\nWhat if the dragon came crawling in?
\nWhere will I go and where would we live?
\nMy fearful thoughts buried momentarily,
\nwhen came face to face with SubedarHeera at this last station.
\nThe blue green eyes and tall frame of thisHaryanvi,
\nnow guard Bumla bastion.
\nHe with head held high and voice unwavered,
\nnarrated the tale of a brave sonof soil ,
\nand of the gruesome battle in 1962 fought.
\nFrom mother\u2019s heart, whereSutlej, Ravi and Beas flow,
\nhere in the land of rising sun,
\nfor blessed children who play on mother’s palm,
\na lion from Punjab, fought till his breath last,
\nand his life here laid.
\nMoved by the narration and the great sacrifice,
\nI kissed the ground his blood soaked,
\nmy eyes wet, some drops escaped.
\nWhen tears ground touched, the place turned red,my eyes dimmed blind,
\nVoice of the narrator declined and alonestood I.
\nThen a voice, love and valour filled
\nWhy do you cry ?: enquired.
\nI cry for the love shown n sacrifice here made: I replied.
\nOh! Is that so, then don\u2019t cry : with a loving laughter the voice said.
\nSacrifice was mine to make.
\nMy blood I shed without thinking twice.
\nProtecting mother land my dharm,
\nfighting trespassers my karm.
\nWhen I don\u2019t cry why should you?
\nI thought you cry because in vain was my sacrifice,
\nthat after I was slain,
\nBum-la too fallen, behind enemylines.
\nOr, that there is no love in the hearts of my countrymen.
\nThat enemy not harms but brothers and sisters,
\nDeceives and cheats, kills and corrupts.
\nThat my children lead a happy life,
\nin a country where progress and peace alive,
\nwas the dream this dying man saw.
\nSo, now tell me how my countrymen live?
\nI kept quite, lost in thoughts, engrossed,
\nWhat must I tell, what must I not,
\nso I told what I too hoped .
\nSir your sacrifice not waste,
\nIf from Gujarat to Arunachal, Kashmir to Kanyakumari you walked,
\nIt is a garden vibrant, happy like inparadise, bright , light,
\nIf you meet a man, orchids and sherbet,attar and burfi he’d offer,
\nIn borders you \u2018ll see, sons and daughters strong, alert,
\nWeapons, ammunitions and aircraft most advanced,
\nlight years ahead from tanks and rifles your hands held.
\nIn the heart of the land, you’ll find leaders born ordinary man,
\nBut humility, knowledge and experience enlightened,
\nWho speak truth with compassion ,
\nTruth not made a weapon of destruction, isolation,
\nWho are beings of superior heart, much wise then us mere mortals.
\nWhere old, poor and special people cared,
\nhomeless gathered and nurtured for,
\nthe geniuses encouraged to break gravity barrier,
\nWhere there is enough for all.
\nWhen in Arunachal you come,
\nAbundance every where like God\u2019s blessing on a place special.
\nOur hearts set on progress and grace,
\nWalking ahead with light of self belief lit bright,
\nIn similarities we one, our differences we accept and respect.
\nSir you are right, I see no reason to cry.
\nI shall thank you not with the empty words of hypocrites,
\nbut with acts ofbravery and loving kindness,
\nNot once, not twice but every day of my life.
\nAnd then the scarlet around declined and my vision regained,
\nThen heard SubedarHeera with passion say:this is how Bum-lacame to stand,
\nAnd \u201cJai Hind!\u201dWestanding there togetherpraised.
\nRocky mountains too echoed back:
\nJai Hind… Jai Hind… Jai Hind…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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