In the heart of the eastern frontier, high and grand,
Where Arunachal’s peaks like giants stand,
A storm of force, a thunderous might,
Ignites the sky, transforms the night.
Prachand Prahaar, a name of power,
Echoes through the mountain's tower,
From March’s dawn to the setting sun,
A game of war where all must run.
Surveillance eyes, both sharp and clear,
Peer into the battlefield, far and near,
Drones hum quietly, on silent wings,
While helicopters roar and rocket rings.
On the ground, the soldiers move as one,
Under the glare of the rising sun,
With precision strikes and fire so bright,
The future of warfare comes to light.
Long-range aircraft cut through the skies,
While armed drones and missiles rise,
Strike after strike, swift and true,
A force united in all they do.
In this domain, where silence screams,
The battlefield is more than it seems,
For in this contest, all is in play,
Air, sea, and land lead the way.
Maritime scouts and loitering munitions,
Fighter jets make their deadly submissions,
Space-based eyes watch from afar,
Guiding the mission, each move a star.
The enemy vanishes in rapid fire,
Neutralized through a coordinated choir,
With rocket systems, artillery's might,
The target is gone, out of sight.
Kamikaze drones descend from above,
Swarming with a force to push and shove,
A ballet of destruction, all entwined,
In perfect rhythm, each designed.
But beyond the power, beyond the strike,
Lies a message, firm and alike,
Of jointness, readiness, and pure might,
A future prepared for any fight.
‘Prachand Prahaar’—a dance of war,
Where yesterday’s limits are no more,
Where technology and human strength unite,
And in their synergy, shines the light.
From Poorvi Prahar’s past, we rise,
Building on skills, reaching new skies,
With each exercise, we strengthen our stance,
A multi-domain war—our future’s dance.
In this vast land, under skies so bold,
The story of war and peace is told,
And through each battle, we find our way,
A new dawn rising at the break of day.
So let the winds of Arunachal blow,
For Prachand Prahaar has set the show,
And the storm of steel and sky so high,
Shall lead us to a future, ready to fly.