In the sooth silent valley of ours,
Stood the well dressed souls,
In bizarre air of Pahalgam.
How can some demon, a ghost
Too inhuman to be born,
With a roar invade their elegant home,
And a line of splitted love they formed,
A beast switch air with his scorn,
All the smiles fades,
only to leave eric air to mourn.
How inhuman of them to decide
And then to divide ,
On bases of what?
"so called, fantasised, man-made tribes?"
A beast who knows no soul,
Not even the flesh he himself worn,
How can he know a sacred script
He claims to be its magus divine,
But How can it even partalize?
Sindoor they stabbed, out of rage,
For her an ordeal she can never erase.
So, Did they not stab the honour?
Drowned the humanity in blood's corner?
Shrill cries that wound the stone,
Where justice whispers and fail to roar,
In the bleek silence they upheld the war,
The wounds won't dry ,
They'll scar across every door.
The Lass, a लाश right now,
Sinner of her, smiled somehow,
And god said,"get up Devi, strengthen your armour, face the devil and set them on fire".
And the goddess,
Who resides in sky with the wisdom,
Burnt down all nine of beast's sites.
And so the justice somehow survived.
-Lahar