KASHMIR

In the valley Lives lost

at a very high cost.

Blood soaked in the gown,

the story of every town.

Eyes filled with tears,

mind filled with fears.

Sounds of only wailing

where people are dwelling.

No food, water, help or care

but still they live to dare.

Their mental resolve of steel

is a subject of political deal.

The enemy no one knows,

this is how the story goes.

Still O' God there is a fight,

round the clock; day and night.

From days to weeks; year after year,

these are the hardships they bear.

Often do seen in videotapes,

mass killings, encounters and rapes.

How nicely they lived together,

collectively like a birds' feather.

So nice a story to tell,

before everything apart did fell.

Hardened stones and molten hearts,

such are the people in these parts.

Among eucalyptus, juniper and fir,

lies the beautiful land of Kashmir.

PRASENJIT©1999