The Galwan Valley

A Himalayan beauty Where wander drifts of clouds high and not far away Circling round it as if to shelter them With shades of coolness in daytime And azure is the sky and splendor is the morn And nearby a river rolls on Water of which is said colder than tears For it lives on zero-degree Celsius And when night falls Glens, cliffs, caves, Clover and trees nearby all go silent Save that Chinese incursion that Takes place as usual in the cover of darkness and it is not that It is such a little thing not to die for As seemed skirmish as a domestic row Yet amid scuffles and fisticuffs Of such a face-off Time rolled on and People traded War of words While soldiers were martyred