Hell breaks loose, the rivers are a stream of thick blood
I stand on stones near riverside,
They are the skulls of young ones.
The land shakes with fear,
The wind screams to the heaven,
I stand alone in middle of barren land,
Far away i see a caravan
With bare feet, i crawl upto them
To my shock, they are all torn faces with blood clots
I see inside their eye sockets
To my fear, I see the holy ghost
Telling me: " Dont mistake theeself as a poorman for thee has just seen the paradise on earth, Kashmir! "
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This is what comes to my mind, when i try to visualise the valley. The so-called paradise has become hell and is haunted by the cries of innocent who die innocent deaths each day.
8 comments:
Simply great, feeling the hurt and portraying in words is always magical. These lines convey the pain in the real sense. I hope everyone understand what you are saying.
The poem creates a scary image of what is happening in the minds of thos related to Kashmir...the cry is not desperate..its indeed powerful and ur voice demands reaction from the resposible ones.
Strong words indeed
great imagery indeed...brings to mind the image of a world coming to an end.. unfortunately that seems to be happening in Kashmeer
Cry out of hurt is what every person in Kashmir is going through. Even though it is difficult to even feel 1% of that pain but the story needs to be narrated to the world. Let us all pray that peace prevails in valley.
A pain that is best understood by the people of kashmir. The choice of words to describe the situation is impressive.
@roo: yes and dats the tragedy dear! the responsible ones never care..wish we could do it louder!
gr8 job...good piece of observation and expressing them in words is just amazin...
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