There is something in air Sorrow,misery,mental distress,death.
Some people are asking for help,
They are yelling for help,
World is watching spectacularly the sight of paradise where six year old is sleeping in grave instead of her mother’s lap,
Where some noisy winds blow in order to wake up the world,
Where everyone in pain is unassisted,
Where people don’t have regrets,
Where Funerals are prayed more than obligatory prayers,
Where people want peace but mourning has become their destiny,
Where beautiful and innocent is saying what is my fault,
Since every power and might exists but no one dares, no one cares to help.
And no one knows when will be the morning of happiness for us.
I am Kashmir
A Burning Paradise