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Paradise Lost

The border at Jammu & Kashmir,

One of the highest battlegrounds.

Though that scenery is beautiful,

The soil there is stained in blood.

 

The blood of terrorists & soldiers,

Sadly defiles the heaven in there.

White peaks often don a red hue,

Those serene valleys face hellfire.

 

They do not realize that it is vain,

They war in the name of religion.

Disrupting peace and calm there,

They often desecrate the paradise.

 

Christ is said to have gone there,

After his resurrection of course.

Hindu deities are also fabled so,

The land of Gods and their messengers has been desecrated time and again.

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Written by
Atul
35 / M / Indian
Published
Oct 9, 2014
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16·103
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I fear some weirdos might bombard this work with their negativity.

But I am unfazed.

My HP Poem #675

©Atul Kaushal

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