A Poem for Kargil Vijay Diwas (Kargil Victory Day), by Satyananda Sarangi The Society July 29, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 8 Comments “During the war, the Indian Army evicted Pakistani intruders and succeeded in recapturing Tiger Hill and other posts as a part of ‘Operation Vijay’. Indian soldiers had secured this victory after a three-month conflict that led to a loss of lives from both sides — the Indian side lost nearly 490 officers, soldiers, and jawans.” —Indian Express A Paean for Eternity They must have gone away with silent beats, But left immortal tunes inside the heart; They vowed their timeless youth to do its part, Without a thought to medals, fame and feats. To hear their swansong, lend me ears, Their aura gleams upon our tears. The dusty touch of memories embrace The fading portraits never spoken of; Their pristine stream of great courageous love But springs within to carve its lasting trace. They quelled a furnace full of fears, This day fills in for passing years. While marching on as clouds on heaven’s plane, They shone by constellations far and near; Those brisk and buried footsteps still appear, And to the end of time, they shall remain. This day fills in for passing years, Their aura gleams upon our tears. An electrical engineering alumnus of IGIT Sarang, Satyananda Sarangi is a young poet and editor who enjoys reading Longfellow, Shelley, Coleridge, Yeats, Blake and many others. His works have been widely published in India, Germany, United States, etc. and have featured in The Society of Classical Poets, Page & Spine, Glass: Facets of Poetry, WestWard Quarterly, The GreenSilk Journal and other national magazines and books. He also loves electrical machines and renewable energy sources. Currently, he resides in Odisha, India. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. 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The lines move regularly forward, while turning back because this day fills in for passing years, and forward to contemplate the end of time. “Their aura gleams upon our tears” reminds us that the Kashmir conflict is not over, as your unexpected expressions reflect its paradoxes. “Silent beats,” “dusty touch of memories,” “furnace full of fears,” and others. This must be an extremely difficult subject. Here you are focusing on a particular day–and more on the men who achieved victory at great cost. The only other poem I know about this conflict is Agha Sahid Ali’s “When the ruins dissolve like salt in water.” The tone is quite different from yours. When he calls out to his birthplace, “O Kashmir, Armenia once vanished,” I believe that by going back into history, he warns that Kashmir may be forgotten. Destroying the memory of a nation was the goal of genocide in Armenia. You have created something strong and beautiful to preserve the memory of men involved in this long-lasting conflict. Reply Satyananda Sarangi July 31, 2020 Dear Margaret ma’am, Quite thankful for these words. Stay safe. Regards Reply Leo Zoutewelle July 30, 2020 Satyananda, how very beautiful! Thank you. Reply Satyananda Sarangi July 31, 2020 Hello Mr. Zoutewelle. I’m glad that you found it so. I’ve always enjoyed your poems. ” Mist in the forest” was an excellent poem that had quite an effect on me. Regards Reply C.B. Anderson July 31, 2020 S.S., I loved the innovative form, and I thought the diction expressed perfectly the ideas the poem was intended to convey. There was something numinous about it, which, for me, really seals the deal. Nice work. Reply Satyananda Sarangi August 2, 2020 Hello Mr. Anderson! It’s always a great feeling to get your applause on my work. I think the more one writes, the more he improves and the numinous beauty comes into picture. Thank you. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 2, 2020 A well wrought poetic depiction of a piece of India’s proud history that adds a wealth of heartfelt emotion to the tough subject of war. I like the form and particularly like the image; “The dusty touch of memories embrace/The fading portraits never spoken of”. It reminds me of all the sepia pictures of the past that need a poet’s magic touch to give them the eternity you so eloquently portray. Thank you, Satyananda. Reply Satyananda Sarangi August 3, 2020 Greetings Susan ma’am! Thanks a ton for such beautiful words. And yes! Keep inspiring me with your poetry. Best wishes Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.