ऐ मेरी ज़मीं अफसोस नहीं जो तेरे लिए सौ दर्द सहे महफूज़ रहे तेरी आन सदा चाहे जान मेरी ये रहे न रहे..
ऐ मेरी ज़मीं महबूब मेरी मेरी नस-नस में तेरा इश्क बहे फीका ना पड़े कभी रंग तेरा जिस्मों से निकल के खून कहे...
The unparalleled bravery of 21 Sikh soldiers led by Havildar Ishar Singh, who died defending the Saragarhi post (small rocky outpost situated between Fort Gulistan (Cavagnari) and Fort Lockhart in the North West Frontier Province, now Khyber Pakhtunkhwa in Pakistan), fighting gallantly against thousands of Orakzai tribesmen back in September 1897, is commemorated in the annals of military history as the greatest tale of valour ever recorded.
(BACKDROP~The fabled Battle of Saragarhi took place at a small British outpost in the Samana Ranges on 12 September 1897, when anywhere between 10,000 and 12,000 Pashtun tribals launched an all out attack for many days.)
BG & info source~Captain Jay Singh Sohal
**ABC poetry is a short form of poetry. It contains five lines. The first line may begin with any letter of the alphabet. The next three lines follows the sequence. The last line can begin with any letter of the alphabet.
You are bored, i know, of listening to my choked nerves that no longer wish to snake through those lakes i sat beside. The lakes undoubtedly used me, i unknowingly got used, i would see them to swell up my eyes, and they would see me to see themselves being carried in my tears. All they saw was their own reflection, mine was Dissipated in the currents that floated straight up to my spine. Now when i am hopeless to live hope i don't get to those lakes, i go to the sunset to make me realise the darkest time of the day is just before the lightest one.I try holding the cuddling sun dust to trap them like the butterfly but they run away from my hold like dragonflies i played during cradle days.The days when a loose would bring smile to the days where one loose brings death. Living in the sunset, i got to cherish the sunrise.
Last night, after i carved in you my cravings, i paved my way to the forests not just because i wanted to see dusk engulfed by the serene tranquility , but i came to know people who win dark forests can get hold tiny rays of sun refining the impurities of the atmosphere. So after the destined dusk made it's move, my first sign of existential triviality struck me. I looked at my pail feet mourning in pain, blood flowed through its veins and drenched the dried lives. Turning my feet, i saw an edged thorn penetrating in my upper epidermis. Somehow i managed to take it out , anonymous to other perils this mysterious land was about to put me into .
I sat near a benched tree branch, stealing glimpses from the brimming moon, and recollecting some obscure memories it offered.The clouds were grieving over their fate, for they did the sin of stealing ocean and feeding the lives grooving on earth. To repent, it drained it's tears, scented daffodils in petrichor and perfumed my whisked robe.Filled with wild veracious wildlife, slumber remained unaffected. I didn't wanted to sleep, what if i get bitten by the howling wolves, what if the rain turned into a catastrophe, what if all of sudden forest fire takes place, after all i am alone in this haunted, much concealed land. The vultures smelled the fear.
Keeping my heart and hope in place, winning over my lost fear, i decided to spent my night there to get paid next day.Amidst the vultures that kept waiting for their next meal i mustered the scattered courage throned by forest . I talked to him, conversed about how daily suffering had made me come to him to disclose the secret of swerving rays, but was left unanswered.During midnight, my whole body was numb, i wished to return to my same place, place where joyfully i was replied, paid monthly salary, given food and shelter and sufferings. I could not move my legs, waving some flies that brought rash on my body i slept again.
Dawn was taking its turn, i could feel it's warmth on my numbness, the rays piercing my wound brought the light. The rashes were burning my body, scars and wounds resided peacefully at their place. Seeing the empty sky painted in hues the colours same sun brought after its arrival last night, my eyes got filled up. I lost myself to the rays, i no more desired to get them in my control, all i did was surrender myself. My numb body felt a sudden rush of blood and impulse in nerves.The zephyr kissed my lips, to take it to the much revealed land i came from . I questioned my answers that i gave to myself to kindle my fear, to doubt the lakes and hold the rays. I was there alone but not emptied. I carved my breath in my heart to let it beat forever. An adorable butterfly sat on my collarbones, i smiled and it fluttered over my exhaled past .
Cravings have turned to mere desires. I don't go the sunset anymore, i go the forest. You are not bored anymore, because my cravings have turned into aspirations. I won my fears, but i could not win the forests. I owned them.