The land, desiccated and dried, of strife; awaits a tomorrow,
The land drenched in tears, in blood and in sorrow.
A ruler did vacillate, rerouted history for lack of resolve,
A leader promised choice, which time fails to absolve.
Where beauty once dazzled angels, lakes were tranquil allure,
Azure embraced snow-caps, brooks leapt with verve.
Land besmirched with slaughter and promises stale,
Peace lost in a melancholy cloud, over the vale.
Religion can calm, excite and even torment,
Politics can lead, inspire and even foment.
Land can only be a bystander of pain,
Of blood, of tears and, of people who hope see the azure again.
2 comments:
I hope Kashmir gets back to being "heaven on earth" ( my guess ... the post was on that?)
Nice one! Putting expressions of love into words is easy for most who know the language. What you have written is poetry... I very much enjoyed it. :)
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