SIACHIN: A MOUNTAIN ROSE.

History, Oldie but goldie, Poetry, Politics, War

Into the fray they march,

Onto the icy fields

To make war for their Creator,

And the might He wields.

 

A Mountain Rose, they fight for,

A Mountain Rose, their life,

Against a perfidious foe and cold

To reclaim their fief.

 

Miles to defend, miles to roam

To bear the burden of Death.

Entrenched on the slopes of icy extinction,

Chill pervades each breath.

 

Yet, Will vanquishes adversity,

And hope springs anew,

When fervour goes beyond verbosity,

Favouring the Brave few.

 

Into the arms of Fate, they march

With only Allah and perseverance,

Only to destroy a heathen hope

Of obliteration and abject adherence.

 

Ice pink with what was crimson,

Immolation for a Mountain Rose.

Martyrdom is a Heavenly reason

On the white petals of the Mountain Rose.

 

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