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Operation Sindoor

“The Fire They Awoke” They came in silence, hearts grown cold, To strike peaceful tourists, young and old; With coward’s hands, they spilled our blood, And stirred our souls, to surge of flood. From snowy peaks to desert land, The lion roared on duty’s stand; Steel in gaze and flame in chest, The Indian Army rose in quest. Not for glory, not for the fame, But for the motherland’s sacred name; Each footstep echoed justice true, And the bullets flew for me, for you. Across the border, under the night, They struck with honor, strength and might; A message clear, in thunderous roar, That’s for our soil, our daughters’ sindoor. The tears of kin, the cries of pain, How could be shed in vain again ? For every martyr, for every scar, Our soldiers answered from afar. With grit they walked in fire, with no fear, Their only compass, in the clear; Avengers not with hate, but great pride, With tricolor as their sole guide. So raise your heads, all nation wide, Salute the brave who are our pride; They write in blood when tyrants learn, They touch our souls, in earnest return. Written May 10, 2025 © Dr Upma A Sharma On “Operation Sindoor” by IAF post Pahalgam massacre

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