Flying Sikh 2.0 (Nirmal jit singh Sekhon)
Flying Sikh 2.0
In deep slumber one night, A dream took flight.
Amongst the field of green,A hero’s spirit could be seen.
Nirmal jit, a name so bright,who fought the darkness and brought us light.
Nirmal jit with a gentle smile, walked beside me for a while.
We walked through the paths of history, where every stone whispered a story.
A story of him that narrates,his will of flying high, high,high deep into the sky.
In the land of Punjab where fields stretch wide, lies Issewal village with glare and Pride.
The place where a legend took birth, Nirmal jit Singh Sekhon, a name with endless worth.
The winds of Ludhiana whispered the tale of a son,who rose where others might fail,
With wings of Steel and heart of gold. Nirmal, meaning poise a person so bold.
In the skies he rose with a heart so bold, defending his land a story to be told.
With skies as his canvas and courage as his brush ,
He painted the tales of bravery in a fearless rush.
On a fateful day in a December’s chill , enemies attacked Srinagar with a deadly will.
But Sekhon stood firm, with valour and might , defending his base in a fierce fight.
He destroyed enemies’ fighter jets into ashes,
One fell, another burnt in the dance of death,
The engine roared and the battle cried,
MiG-21 swept from the patching runway deep into the skies.
He rose like an eagle ,defending the invaded skies,
And earned praise by the country by saving srinagar ‘s countryfies,
Legend says that, he could pierce the sky’s veil, in just a narrow lane.
Though his plane was hit and fell from the sky , his spirit soared high,
refusing to die. In the sky of srinagar he earned his praise.
Param Vir chakra he earned with pride, for the ultimate sacrifice did not hide.
Nirmal jit Singh Sekhon,a warrior’s name in the heart of India’s internal flame.
As dawn approached he began to fade but his words said in my heart forever stayed.
A dream of valour ,a night so rare, with Nirmaljit beyond compare .
Written by Ilamdeep Kaur