Forty dead, bodies returned, soldiers mourned, nation angry
Pulwama was known for saffron – and is now dripping
in the pigments of blood-drenched fields and flowers
Forever forging ahead, at the hands of a callous nation
Obnoxious politics, a distressed tricolor on coffins
Repeat, rinse, repeat, repeat, rinse, repeat
Telling the same story, imposing sanctions
Yesterday, forty mothers were silenced by a 21 gun salute
Forlorn eyes, barren pyre for there was no body
Our men left forty letters of relinquished hope
Repeat, rinse, repeat, repeat, rinse, repeat
They had valor, imbecile nation owners
You owe, your tears to their dry-eyed wives
Fellows in arms, fellows in war, fellows in death
Opened gaping wide, the earth shudders in shame
Repeat, rinse, repeat, repeat, rinse, repeat
Their graves are decked with smothered dreams
Yet we shamelessly, switch channels and pay homage
Repeat, Rinse, Repeat, Repeat, Rinse, Repeat
limbs, arms, heads, skulls, eyes, feet, necks
guts, innards, blood, flesh, bones, marrow
Repeat, Rinse, Repeat, Repeat, Rinse, Repeat
Forty Bravehearts, shattered into the air
Will haunt the apathy of your existence
They won’t come home, but neither will you
Rathod Nitin, Virendra Singh, Awadesh Yadav, Bhagirathi Singh
Ratan Thakur, Pankaj Tripathi, Amit Kumer, Jeet Ram
Kulwinder Singh, Vijay Mouya, Maneswar, Mohan Lal
Sanjay Sinha, Ram Vakeel, Jaimal Singh, Naseer Ahmad
Tilak Raj, Sukhjinder Singh, Rohitash Lamba, Jaimal Singh
Vijay Soreng, Vasantha Kr, Guru, Subramanian
Manoj Behra, Mahesh Kr, Narayan Lal, Pradeep Kumar
Sahoo, Ramesh Yadav, Hemraj Meena, Sanjay Rajput
Kaushal Rawat, Shyam Babu, Pradeep Singh, Ajit Azad
Bablu, Maninder Atri, Ashvini Kaochi
Kashiana 