From Pahalgam to Operation Sindoor

In Pahalgam, where innocent blood was shed,

Dreams lay shattered, and silence spread.

No plea, no pride, however deep the cry,

Can ever have such loss justified.

A nation wept, its spirit sore,

Yet justice knocked at every door.

Our leaders rose with solemn might,

To turn the grief into the fight.

Not born of rage, but duty's flame,

Operation Sindoor earned its name.

A force of strength, both calm and clear,

To guard our land, to shield what's dear.

Our soldiers marched with heads held high,

Beneath a stormy, watchful sky.

Men and women, brave and true,

With honor laced in all they do.

The ceasefire came — a saving grace,

Pulled war's dark hand back from its place.

A chance for peace, a breath, a pause,

To spare both lands from ruin’s claws.

Yet still we hope, beyond the pain,

That wisdom may in hearts remain.

Let fury fade, let kindness grow,

And peace, not blood, between us flow.

Poetic Reflections of a Crazy Soul