My India, My Pride
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Memories go back to the day,
Of 1999 and the third of May,
Until then all seemed so fine
And you crossed the LOC line.
Then you caught our five soldiers
Gave them pain and multiple fractures,
Uprooted their teeth and tore their eyes
Put hot iron rods into the ears and heard their cries.
After giving continuous pain
Almost dead and strength drained,
Then you sent that bodies as a gift
And now was a war at a Swift.
The war began
and continued then,
for 2 months 3 weeks and 2 days
Then at last, it was then a nation's praise.
Lost our heroes five hundred twenty seven
They fought to make our country like heaven,
Politely were returning you, your dead soldiers
But you were scared of the exposures.
You had no dare to claim them
may be the failure brought you shame,
But we Indians are not like you
And your betrayal hope we knew.
The bodies you denied
The Indian Army buried,
With a Maulvi and all rituals
And this was pretty unusual.
Pains you gave to our soldiers we won't ever forget
But remember your soldiers we buried with respect,
This makes my nation known worldwide
My India, My country - is my pride.