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amitdahiya
August 30th, 2002, 08:59 PM
Cold stone and icy wind
bear witness
How red my brother’s blood ran
Tracing on a cold mountain slope
The history of his people’s courage
Writ in crimson since time began

You who would celebrate his going
You have grown nothing on your own land
There his peasant warrior’s blood grew
A Crimson flower of blood
That you might know of his noble Jat clan

No tears for the brave warrior
Fallen so foul and so far from his own field
One day your cold mountain slopes too shall yield
Wheat and mustard and rice and cane

For after we have fertilized
Your cold slopes with our warm blood
We shall harvest our enemies
And return to harvest
the crimson blood flowers
That shall grow from my brother’s blood
on your land Again
And Again…. And Again........

Amit Dahiyabadshah
Village Kakroi
District Sonepat
Haryana
India