STAINS ON THE CAMO The streets reflected golden Under the broad sunlit sky The retailers earmarked wares After all Eid was pretty nigh He proceeded towards his home Omitting the insinuating augury The consequences tragic and unfortunate He turned a target for terrorist roguery Patrolling commenced, manhunt launched A bullet ridden body recovered The Indian rifleman was abducted and killed Yet the murderers prowled undiscovered His brothers joined the T.A battalion To avenge his death with guns and ammo His coffin draped in Indian tricolour Reminded ‘em of the stains on his camo This ain’t a poem on fictional characters But a ballad on true events It’ll be a shame if you can’t recollect it For Pulwama didn’t happen in 1810 HAPPY INDIAN INDEPENDENCE DAY!