The first time when I saw the naked hills of Dras, I got strong Goosebumps. Just the thought that our soldiers climbed these hills, which don’t have any kind of cover, not a single tree or the enormous boulders, made me cry. There was just the grassland filled with small scattered boulders in front of my eyes. The death was certain and still they dared to climb to the point of the enemy guns. War is something which could leave a scare in the minds. I could not believe from where those soldiers gathered the courage to even climb. That day I understood why the Kargil War is the toughest war India fought and won surprisingly. The tears continued to flow, looking to the memoir graves of our brave hearts. I sat on the grass and wrote the initial draft of this poem on my mobile.

By Shikha Akhilesh Saxena