Context: Written during the days of Kargil war.
Rainbow and dewdrops,
Candles and lights,
Roses and dandelions,
Were synonyms of life -
Pleasing and joyful,
Fortunate for me,
But, what about "him"?
He, who had never seen,
Rainbows and dewdrops,
Candles and lights,
Roses and dandelions,
For he who was away from home,
I never thought of him,
But, one day I thought of him,
That was the day when he was "dead",
I never cried for him,
I never knew him,
But then,
Why did he die for me?
Oh! He was a "soldier"
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