Our security forces engaged in antinaxal operations deserve a salute from each one of us. Having caught in a hopeless situation, from opportunistic political leadership, which for their electoral gains would go soft on naxals at one point of time, and then plead helplessness in public when some of our security personnel are held as hostages by these ruthless and barbaric elements, to their incompetent bosses on the other, who refuse to learn from past blunders while planning out the anti naxal operations. And above all, an indecisive central leadership which takes refuge on 'limited mandate', while spelling out the strategy to deal with such ruthless and barbaric elements.
This poem has been dedicated to all such security personnel, who despite all odds sacrifice their lives during the course of their duties, leaving their loved ones in grief forever.
Main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chala tha hoi kaam mahaan.
Desh bhakti ki bhawna mujhmein bachpan mein hi jaagi thi,
Aur iss pak vardi ko pahnne ki mujhmein woh junoon jaagi thi.
Apne maa baap ka iklauta laadla tha,
Jise unhone bade laad pyaar se paala tha.
Aur main surakha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chala ha hoi kaam mahaan.
Watan ke inn tamaam dushmanon se mujhe sakht nafrat thi,
Inn sab ka safaaya karke hi rahoonga,
Iss irade' ki maine zurrat ki.
Jawaan hokar maine yeh pak vaardi pehni,
Aur bandook utha kar apni farz pehchani.
Main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chala tha koi kaam mahaan.
Bhej daala mere afsaron ne mujhe,
Maovaadiyon ke kisi ilaake mein,
Woh ghane' jungle, saanp, bichu, aur kai jungli jaanwaron ke ilaake mein.
Par maine apne uss iraade ko phir buland kiya,
Yeh maovaadi ab bach nahi sakenge'
Yeh maine ab maan hi liya.
Main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chal tha koi kaam mahaan.
Hukm milne par chal pada kisi mission par,
Kaha gaya tha sab theek hai iss rah par.
Magar kuch pal baad,
Ek a ek, naa jaane kitni dhamaake huye,
Aur goliyon ki naa jaane kitni baucharein huyi.
Dekhte hi dekhte mere kai saathi shaheed ho gaye,
Kaiyon ki kitni bereham maut huyi.
Main tha buri tarah zakhmee lahu luhaan,
Suraksha bal ka ek jawaan.
Naseeb huyi shaheedi mujhe bhi magar kuch pal baad,
Woh khaufnaak dard,
Aur maut ko bhi sharminda kar dene waali cheekhon baad.
Main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Karne chala tha koi kaam mahaan.
Aakhir shaamil ho hi gaya main un anginat shaheedon mein,
Kitni aasani se bhula diya mujhe, mere iss watan ne.
Chorh diya kitni berehmi se,
Maine apne maa baap ko besahara,
Iss dard bhari zindagi mein.
Mujhe apni iss kurbaani ka koi gam nahi,
Kyonki suraksha bal ka mein ek jawaan,
Karne chala tha koi kaam mahaan.
Magar kaash! Apni iss kurbaani ki huch toh keemat hoti,
Heere moti naa sahi,
Mere inn besahara maa baap ki auron mein kuch toh chaahat hoti.
Aur kyon nahi,
Aakhir tha main suraksha bal ka ek jawaan,
Jo karne chala tha koi kaam mahaan.
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