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On June 9, 1999, NK Kalia had received the body of his son – Captain Saurabh Kalia – mutilated and disfigured. His ear drums pierced with hot iron rods, eyeballs carved out with knives, genitals chopped off, every bone broken and splintered. It has been subjected to the most brutal of torture by the Pakistan Army violating the Geneva Convention.
Twelve years later, 62-year-old Kalia is still fighting for justice – he wants the act to be declared a war crime by the UN. But no action taken yet even after numerous letters to the our Central Government.

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jab kabhi bhi tu yaad aayega,

tiranga dekh hum khush honge,

jab kabhi tu yaad karega hume,

teri tasveer ko hum dekhenge,

AMAR rahe ka nara tere liye,

hum hmesha bolte rahenge,

beta baap ka naam raunak kar gya,

ye log hmesha bolte rahenge……

border par bheja tujhe,

dil ghbraya tha bhut mera,

ik din aayegi khabar teri zamaanat ki,

khuda ne ye bhi samjha rakha tha,

hum ujre the pehle or ujre hee rahenge,

beta baap ka naam raunak kar gya,

ye log hmesha bolte rahenge……

Duk hai to sirf un chand

sarkaar ke bazuon se,

jo zakham pe namak chirak jaate hain,

mere aansu sookh gaye,

intezaar tere karte karte,

tu hota to arthi ke waqt mere paas,

yahi akhiri dum tak sochte rahenge

beta baap ka naam raunak kar gya,

ye log hmesha bolte rahenge……

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For all those who lost their lives in service of the nation

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Jang to chand roz hoti hai
Zindagi barsoon talak roti hai…

Sanaatey ki gehri chaon
Khamoshi se jalte gaon
Ye nadiyoon par tootey huey pul
Dharti ghayal aur viyakul
Ye khet bamoon se jhulse huey
Ye khali raste sehmey huey
Ye maatam karta saara samaa
Ye jalte ghar ye kaala duan

Mere dushman, mere bhai, mere humsayee
Mujhse tujhse hum dono se
Ye jalte ghar kuch kehte hain
Barbadi ke saare manzhar kuch kehte hain
Haye, mere dushman, mere bhai mere humsayee

Barood se bojhal saari fizaa
Hai maut ki bu phelati hawa
Zakhmoon pe hai chayee laachari
Galiyoon mein hai phirti bimari
Ye marte bacche haaton mein
Ye maaon ka rona raaton mein
Murda basti murda hai nagar
Chehre patthar hain dil patthar

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