The Echoes of War Drums
The war drums roared,
the combat declared.
The roar of India’s lions
now enemy’s nightmare.
It is not about borders,
but our nation’s pride.
Son of the soil fierce and wide,
forges ahead with pride,
with the flag in their heart and the nation as their guide.
They came here with unholy blood,
We would answer with thunder,
each shot a promise, no mercy, no pause.
The eyes dared to look at my Mother
shall regret the day.
Our silence is broken- hear Jai Hind thunder wide.
Each heart a battlefield, each breath a reply.
©Chitra Arun
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