VALLEY OF GRAVES

Dry leaves scratching the pavement with the blowing wind
With no one around to listen to their crackling sound
Everyone has returned to their dwelling
After burying one more martyr
In the valley of graves

For the whole winter, the sky kept shedding tears
To wash the blood over this piece of land
In preparation for the spring to arrive
To return the melody of forgone birds
Perching on the almond trees
Singing to those ears which now hear nothing but
the songs of separation
Separation of love and the loved ones

This separation is unending for this life
This pain is immortal in the grains of heart
Which has now remained a heap of sand
About to liquify to take the feet within
For what other purpose the cheeks are there
only for rolling down the tears of affliction

Peace!
The face smirks when ears hear that word
Paradise!
Can’t be synonymous to the name of this land
The beauty of snow has faded away
Behind the scars chiseled all along
What are we here?
Living dead in the valley of graves
The world knows her by “KASHMIR”

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