Sounds of “ek do ek”

Drilled into the head

Till nothing else could be heard

N nothing could be said.

The confident march

To the final tune

That led him gallantly

To showering music

That was totally new…

Yet the dance was perfect

Not a step missed

Passion in the air

And sparks everywhere

Efforts paid

And the “trophy” was won

Drenched in red

Tired…

He slept like the obedient son!

By Anushka

Anushka is a regular visitor to the site. She is from Dehra Dun and is currently studying at Indian Institute of Journalism and New Media, Bangalore. Her endeavor is to bring to light as a journalist the sacrifice that our brave soldiers are making for us each day.