I stood strong at the LOC With my weapon aiming straight at the enemy But my thoughts that juggled in my brain, was telling a different story.

Enemy who I thought was mine , was he really though As my training taught me to strike back, but what when my country men do. Years and years of training, those sensitive and risky posting That freezing to death at saichen to melting the blood in desserts From fighting wars, losing my brother's. To years staying away from family, struggling nasty weather Today, they question this uniform Doubt it's valour and crush its pride. Bribers called us few, while same called rapist We killed innocent lives, heartless we are. Stoned us the mobs that we consider our men Asked us for proof of our operations we did, little did they know of the militants we killed.

Soldier I am, I am a human too. Strong and bold one hand, with a heart beating though. My duty asks for no emotional submission , still I cry to see my brother beheaded. They easily fire and kill us in sleep, yet we stand for orders from hierarchy. Why and for whom should I then sacrifice my life. When we die on the border and suffer pain, while you welcome few in name of entertainment. Inspite all of this, I am proud of my uniform. For it makes me the man I am now. No matter how hard situations get, we will stand like a wall so strong that no one can break. Service before Self is what we pledge Our living has a reason so does our death We are the Indian army and we will continue to protect our country. Thought a soldier standing at the LOC aiming at the enemy.

Kajal Keni
Industrial Psychologist