A Soldier’s Silent Sacrifice
He never wore a crown. But he stood like a king with mud on his boots and wounds that sting.
No gold on his chest, no throne, no fame. Just a name tag stitched above his name.
He didn’t ask for applause, didn’t pose for the light. He just whispered to the wind. I’ll be home if I fight.
While others slept, he guarded the line. Choking on silence, freezing through time.
His mother prays with every breath she takes. His father hides the fear behind hands that shake.
Letters come home, never loud, never long. Just. I’m fine. Don’t worry. Stay safe, stay strong.
He has no luxury, no 9-to-5, just an oath that says you protect to keep others alive.
Bullets don’t scare him, but missing Diwali does. He lights no candles but he fights because
when he bleeds, the tricolour drinks deep and somewhere the land sighs in sleep.
He died with open eyes facing the gun. Because a soldier never turns, never runs.
So next time you see that uniform walk, don’t just clap.
Listen when he doesn’t talk. For the silence he keeps is louder than that sound. Every step he takes holds sacred ground.
So to the ones who fight without being seen. You are the real flag Jai Hind.
Rohan Nagra
Jammu
26 January – A Question
Today, hatred sells on screens,
And truth waits in silence.
Wrong is defended,
Because bias is louder than conscience.
Education still hasn’t reached every corner,
Health is still not for all.
Our roads keep killing,
And we call it fate.
Today, most people do not help.
They stare.
If someone is drowning,
Phones rise before hands.
Eyes watch.
No one jumps.
No one saves.
Crowds gather,
Humanity disappears.
Love is replaced by hate.
Respect for the Army is spoken,
But responsibility is missing.
Corruption walks freely,
While honesty stands in queues.
Nature is used,
Not respected,
And blamed when it strikes back.
This is not poetry.
This is who we have become.
Never forget,
We got independence together.
Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, Christians,
Voices different, struggle one.
So why do we break the Constitution
Written by Baba Saheb Ambedkar?
Why don’t we obey it
When it protects us all?
It is not optional.
It is our moral duty.
Dr Daisy Parihar
Jammu
The Art of True Love
True love is an art, not a feeling you fall into, but a choice you practice every day.
It is the art of staying when leaving feels easier,
It is of listening even when silence hurts,
It is of understanding without needing explanations.
True love knows how to be gentle without being weak,
loyal without being loud,
and patient without keeping count.
It doesn’t rush to be proved,
it waits, it grows, and it heals quietly.
In a world chasing excitement,
true love is the rare art of choosing one heart again and again…
Ritika Sharma
Student B.Tech MIET
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