A Tribute To Pulwama Jawans

I can feel you telling me how it all was!

Getting blown away to smithereens before you knew. Found your hand lying, our wedding ring was still on. In murderous silence, bodies lay mangled. Shards of bones, blood, flesh, spewed as pulp.

I shouldn't cry you say. Punish those cowards, finish cowardice is all you pray.

She finished her today's letter. Letters written earlier this week to him were already tied up. A photograph of their daughter will accompany the packet.

Candles were alight, Gun Salute given as an honour.

The jawan's wife proceeded and laid this packet on his coffin.