Hell breaks loose

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.