The Land called Kashmir

Decades ago; so to call,
The crystal shone on the mountain wall,
As it heated up the quiescent vale
And gushed over the icy pail;
The fragrance spilled in the air
To greet this divine land so rear;
Its sons did sweat and toil
Through the secured days;
And slept under the starry blanket
Without a guarding mace.

Years trickled stealthily;
Cursing peace’s abode
Kin turned traitors;
And a new anthem they composed;
They called it their own haven
And drew boundaries to hearts
Made trespassing a felony
Slaughtered a body to parts.

Decades have passed
The crystal still shines;
The vale rises; yet every dawn
But to shroud a daughter; son to moan
The brook still tides
Over the rocky slope
But the water has changed shade
And its youth has eloped,
It knows every morning
A widow shall arrive
And grieve her partner’s gruesome demise

I sit close to this crown;
Once bejeweled, now trounced;
It screams for freedom; frets for peace
Bleeds silently; awaits relief
But the two nations incessantly;
Claw over this opulent meal
The plea remains constant
Coz’ bruised egos are hard to heal.