Agriya Gupta, 8th Falcon
The war came near, a ghostly tread,
It filled our hearts with fear and dread.
Yet in that fright, a fire burned bright-
Our Army stood, a nation’s light.
I watched the skies, I held my breath,
The news of wounds, of life and death.
And though I feared, my family stayed,
And by their side, I felt less afraid.
I mourned the lives in Poonch that fell,
Their stories lost, too dark to tell.
But still I saw the soldiers’ grace,
A shield of hope in danger’s face.
My teachers spoke, “Stay calm, be strong,”
Their voices helped me move along.
Until the ceasefire’s peaceful sound
Brought back the life that war unwound.
Though peace has come and guns are still,
The memory walks with me at will.
And in my soul, a quiet pride-
For those who fought, for those who died.
(The writer is a student of JK Public School Kunjwani)