INNVER VOICE

‘Soldiers we are’

Patriotic fervour flows
In our veins;
We stand with our nation
In all the situations,
Fearless protectors we are,
Soldiers we are.
Toughest, unfavorable
Weather conditions
Hardly affect our morale,
Humid hot, rains and chilling winds,
We face those all,
Soldiers we are.
We are ready to sacrifice
Our lives for the nation;
No amusement, only strict discipline.
We carry guns and maintain
The peace and harmony of the country,
Courageous we are,
Soldiers we are.

Alka Sharma
Rehari Colony.

Welcome May!

Hey May! please be mine, this time
Please don’t be tough, also be kind
May don’t rush like winds
Be the hush and sits beside
With me please stay alittle sweet
With u, I want to cherish all my dreams
May, now I’m stuck in midway
Can’t step back but yeah move forward
But hope the path ahead is right
Please May, don’t be harsh, be kind,
This time,don’t let my prayers just go in vain
What if my whispers reach out through my pain
Don’t leave me in hurried tides
This month atleast, I want to live not just stay alive
A dream of chasing something
And yeah dreaming big
But just for a while,want to live just in peace
Please May be kind,
Just wrap peace around my mind
Bhumika Lakhotra
College Student

“Petal in Battle”

A clear blue sky,
A lovely day to bloom.
I do my morning stretch
And unfurl.
“Oh, you love my red?
I love it too.
It was suffocating to hug my knees
And cocoon for a week or two.”
Oh, I love the world around—
It’s beautiful and round.
Is that a silver stem?
The one with prickles like mine?
I bend to check, but no—
I have it green.
The silver metal wire
Is definitely not my being.
Midnight, I respire silently.
But wait… is that the sun?
Alas, no.
It is a yellow light.
Not my sun.
“Me! Me! ME!”
I call out to the man,
Who picks my friends—but not me.
I am left alone,
In this adorable plant of green,
Feeling the gentle breeze.
Maybe tomorrow it’s me.
I breathe…
But the dusty winds blow.
I look around
And find myself lost in a wild storm—
Rumbling roars I never knew,
Haunting, the dusk’s view.
I look around, coughing.
The man who plucked my friends remains still.
My friends lie mashed,
Marinated in bloody dune-dust dough.
I witness it all from where I stand.
“Save me too! Save me—please, save me too!”
I wail to burnt scent,
Which floats to no extent.
Distressed, I hug my knees
And make a cocoon—no more green and strong.
I camouflage the battlefield
With dusty yellow around my reds.
I crumple in fear and pain,
As I lose my mind,
My body in vain.
Mayra Nargotra
Jammu

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