TRIBUTE TO PULWAMA MARTYRS
O, the most blessed blood, How you spilled on Her feet? Heaven Herself descended as bud For taking them to Mother's meet. Your sacrifice carved world's hearts, The entire universe shed tears tenderly, You're undying by ill physical arts. Peace poachers'll be slain bitterly. Owe to the cruel cause of killing- The sinner snakes seeking heaven. Which paradise's form'd on death-dealing? You'll be roast'd in inferno & Earth-oven. O, our brave brothers- the loyal Indians, You're immortal martyrs & waves of devotion. Your glory will glorify world's historians, Posterity'll root out arsonists & their lotion. by Rajneesh Kumar Mishra