While exploring my love for nature,
I rolled deep in the paradise of the country.
Got the fragrance of frosty creature,
While turning the pages which appeared dusty.
Mesmerized by the smile persisting in danger,
Asked them their view on the victory.
A child rose up like a saviour,
Narrating the pain and anger which was gusty.
Many questions were left by that stranger,
Those fierce eyes depicted the long live revolution.
Thoughts revolved in the ocean of glacier,
Found Hizbul Mujahideen as the force behind persecution.
Snow covered the redness of blood of teenager,
Frustration came out as violence in the name of religion.
Driven for the tag of the peace-maker,
Those innocent hands held guns with resolution.
Got killed acting the role of avenger,
And existence buried in pollution.
Who contributed and who was the gainer?
Asking Kashmir from the country with elocution.
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