Nanhe Nawaab

Sleep well, Soldier
know that you are honored,
your name is not forgotten.
We stand humbled
bowed in awe and sorrow,
before your sacrifice.
Sleep well, Soldier….
We will remember you… Forever!!!

A dashing, good human and strict with juniors is how I remember Lt. Archit Verdia. He was our CSM in academy.
Strict and Wonderful, two antonyms, go hand in hand for him. He was always there to motivate and help us excel. High respect for your Brave Soul!
We will remember you…I will always remember you Sir!

कारगिल युद्ध

12 वर्ष पूर्व भारतीय सेना ने
नया इतिहास रचा था
कारगिल, बटालिक, दरस की बर्फीली चोटियों से
दुश्मन को उखाड़ फेंका था

३ महीने के युद्ध में
वीर जवानों ने
घर, परिवार और प्राण
वतन पर कुर्बान कर दिया था
रंविरों के देश प्रेम ने
नवीन आयाम लिख डाला था
उनकी गाथा अभिप्रेरण का स्रोत है
शौर्य और पराक्रम से सराबोर है

अस्तित्व वतन का
सरहद के रखवालों से है
मृत्यु को परास्त कर देने
वाले मतवालों से है
नमन करता हूँ मैं
दिया जिन्होंने अपना आज
हमारे कल के वास्ते

आओ उनके जूनून और कर्तव्य परायणता से कुछ सीखें
उनके जज्बे को आगे बाधाएं
भारत का नव निर्माण कर के
मुल्क को नए आयाम तक ले जाएँ!!

This poem was written for Nanhe by Maggi. Now Nanhe wont be able to write post for few months.

Wishing Nanhe all the best for his Mission OTA Chennai.

लक्ष्य को जो तुमने पहचाना है
कदम उसे हासिल करने तुम्हे बढ़ाना है

ना रुकना कही राह में
ना थकना कही मझधार में
ना झुकना कभी हार के
ना टूटना कभी मार से
वतन के दुश्मनों को
सबक तुम्हे सिखाना है
उनकी हर ईट का जवाब
पत्थर से तुम्हे देना है

मंजिल पर नज़र तुम्हारी
जो गड़ जाए
नहीं कोई शक्ति बनी
जो तुम्हे उसे दूर कर पाए

करो एकाग्र अपना मन्
बांधो सर पर कफ़न
रौंदते हुए हर कठिनायी को
तुम्हे आगे बढ़ते जाना है

लक्ष्य को जो तुमने पहचाना है
कदम उसे हासिल करने तुम्हे बढ़ाना है

ये है हमारी आर्मी……. निशाँ अपने कदमो के छोड़ जाऊंगा,
शहीदों का जज्बा बता जाऊंगा,
तुमने जाना नहीं हमको,
नहीं है गिला…
इन लहरों पे चलना सिखा जाऊंगा….
इन लहरों मे होती कहानी कई है
कोई कितना भी चाहे ये मिटती नहीं है..
निशाँ होते हैं वो हमारे लिए ही,
हम भी देंगे निशाँ अब तुम्हारे लिए…

This poem is dedicated to all the brave soldiers of Indian Armed Forces. 15th January is observed as Army Day in the country.
It is because of them that we are free.
I came across this poem on email. I thank the poet for writing such a beautiful poem.

Nanhe is die hard fan of Indian Armed Forces and will like to share a poem with you all. He found this poem on one of social networking site. January 15 is celebrated as Army Day. It was on this day, in 1949, when General Kodandera Madappa Cariappa took over as the first Indian Commander in Chief of the Indian Army from General Roy Butcher, a British Army Officer.

 The Final Inspection

The Soldier stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

“Step forward now, you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?”

The Soldier squared his shoulders and said,
“No, my Lord, I ain’t.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be a saint.

I’ve had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a dollar,
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I’ve wept unmanly tears.

I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don’t, I’ll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

“Step forward now, you Soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in Hell.”

It’s the Soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press.
It’s the Soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech.
It’s the Soldier, not the politicians, that ensures our right to Life, Freedom and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It’s the Soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.