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Remember the Roar of Tigers Taking Tiger Hill
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At the edge of the killing ground of battle field Kargil
The tigers sit below the hill gathering for the kill
The killing ground runs to the clouds and
They call it Tiger Hill.
When the enemy took tiger hill
There was no one around
When winter comes its guardians
descend to lower ground.
But now its spring and melting snows
Of ice and slush and freezing flows
On rough hewn faces anger shows
A rage for Tiger Hill
And like the tiger sits the hill
silently waiting for the kill.
Out of sight upon the ground
The milling of the men
The 17th Jat are on the ground
the battle to begin
“Cmon boys gather around
There’s mans work to be done
The enemy soils the abode of gods
He must be overrun”
The 17th Jat are on the move
The bravest of the brave
The cold steel is out in the open now
For feeding the enemy grave
There is no way that we can pay
The wages of the work they did that day
The Jats raced up in a human flood
With naked steel to taste the blood
When the killing commenced at last
The heavens turned so still
And then cold steel and battle cry
Ascended up the hill
With all the odds of war against
The men of 17th Jat
Embraced the enemy storm of steel
and the bloody bloody bath
Each hundred metres one man died
He lay there where he fell
The seventeenth just kept moving on
into the jaws of hell
Then hand to hand in close combat
And stab and slash and chop
With bloody steel and insane zeal
The Jats were at the top
And though the Gods love sacrifice
Even for them this was too much
The enemy were stacked seven high
The fury and rage were such
Their fury spent the jats relent
Laid the enemy in stony grave
Then slowly made their way back down
with dead and wounded brave
Now Tiger hill sits quietly
Of death it has had its fill
The brave went home
their wounds to heal
Where wheat and milk
and mustard yield
The blood that colours
the battle field
For one moment
the heart is still
in memory it
beats to thrill
Of men driven
beyond human will
And…..
the Roar of Tigers Taking Tiger Hill
Amit Dahiyabadshah
______________________________________
At the edge of the killing ground of battle field Kargil
The tigers sit below the hill gathering for the kill
The killing ground runs to the clouds and
They call it Tiger Hill.
When the enemy took tiger hill
There was no one around
When winter comes its guardians
descend to lower ground.
But now its spring and melting snows
Of ice and slush and freezing flows
On rough hewn faces anger shows
A rage for Tiger Hill
And like the tiger sits the hill
silently waiting for the kill.
Out of sight upon the ground
The milling of the men
The 17th Jat are on the ground
the battle to begin
“Cmon boys gather around
There’s mans work to be done
The enemy soils the abode of gods
He must be overrun”
The 17th Jat are on the move
The bravest of the brave
The cold steel is out in the open now
For feeding the enemy grave
There is no way that we can pay
The wages of the work they did that day
The Jats raced up in a human flood
With naked steel to taste the blood
When the killing commenced at last
The heavens turned so still
And then cold steel and battle cry
Ascended up the hill
With all the odds of war against
The men of 17th Jat
Embraced the enemy storm of steel
and the bloody bloody bath
Each hundred metres one man died
He lay there where he fell
The seventeenth just kept moving on
into the jaws of hell
Then hand to hand in close combat
And stab and slash and chop
With bloody steel and insane zeal
The Jats were at the top
And though the Gods love sacrifice
Even for them this was too much
The enemy were stacked seven high
The fury and rage were such
Their fury spent the jats relent
Laid the enemy in stony grave
Then slowly made their way back down
with dead and wounded brave
Now Tiger hill sits quietly
Of death it has had its fill
The brave went home
their wounds to heal
Where wheat and milk
and mustard yield
The blood that colours
the battle field
For one moment
the heart is still
in memory it
beats to thrill
Of men driven
beyond human will
And…..
the Roar of Tigers Taking Tiger Hill
Amit Dahiyabadshah