When the Shivaliks echoed with pride
And the dawn drew near ,
A mighty Dogra Knight was born ,
The winds blew with cheer.
Bulbul of the Himalayas
Sang the rustic bravery notes,
Courage was personified ,
He belonged where valour floats.
The sky blushed golden
When he kissed the dust of the hill,
Duty before death he vowed,
Resolved with the spirit still .
With only a hundred of grit and fire
He wrecked all threats and enemy’s desire,
He burnt all bridges and broke all trails ,
Fought for his sacred land ,
Saw that honor prevails .
His motherland’s call
He could hear in war cry ,
The gallant Dogra soldier ,
For his people he could die.
The Gods of the hills
Ushered triumph on him ,
And martyrdom hailed his victory ,
The immortal figure of fortitude ,
His name got etched in history.
Bageshree Charak Jamwal
“Nature’s Cry, Human’s Reply”
The rivers rise, the forests burn,
A warning we still fail to learn.
The mountains shake, the oceans roar,
Yet humans hunger, asking more.
The skies grow dark, the winds turn wild,
A mother scolds her reckless child.
We cut, we mine, we take, we drain,
And wonder why the skies bring pain.
Her glaciers melt, her deserts spread,
She mourns the lives, the countless dead.
Each quake, each flood, each fiery flame,
Is nature whispering—we’re to blame.
But still within the stormy sky,
There shines a chance, a reason why.
If hands can wound, then hands can heal,
Restore the bond, renew the deal.
Let forests rise, let rivers run,
And walk with earth as one, not none.
For when she cries, it’s not the end,
Her voice still calls—be earth’s true friend.
Kavita Dutt
Udhampur.
AKURA, MY VILLAGE
In the heart of Kashmir Valley, where the Lidder River flows,
Lies Akura, a village that forever glows.
Born here, I was blessed to call it home,
A place where nature’s beauty and memories forever roam.
It’s not just the majestic chinar trees that stand tall,
Or the Trout Nala’s gentle streams that echo through it all.
It’s not just the cricket ground where I played with glee,
Or the morning chirping of the Bulbul that woke my mother to pray.
It’s the memories of my parents, who nurtured me with love,
In Akura’s soil, where my roots forever rise above.
My soul still lives there, in every stone and every tree,
A place where my heart beats, wild and free.
So, my friends, can there be a place better than Akura for me?
A village that holds my memories, my heart, and my history?
Akura, my village, forever in my dreams,
A haven of tranquility, where my soul finds peace.
I K Raina
Jammu
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