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The birds fly away from  the evergreen pines
As I stir out of bed
And open the window to see
The mountains still asleep
Behind the thick veil of fog.

I fix the binoculars,
Adjust the lenses
Pierce through them
And lo, the mountains now seem awake:

They glide on the wide plains.
A hide-and seek goes on between us;
Till the start of the rain
When the vision melts,
Like the words of love
The time will wear slowly away.
published in 'Indian Literature'[Sahitya Akademi-New Delhi] journal in March-April 1981
Bashir Ali Najar Jun 2020
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground
It’s there where you I found
The roar of clouds
Or shining of Sun
When I saw you it all seemed a Fun
Whether the black Cuckoo on your windowsill
Playing the music with her projecting beak
Or the disseminate  of Rain drops on your cheeks
All remind me the days of jolliness
Its all your beautiful curls among the wilderness
The dangling earrings dancing with the wind
And the long braids moving with the breeze
The sway  of your feet in the waters of Lidder
Every drop seemed  Sind
Come and hold me near
It’s all along the banks of jehlum
Ettg
(A Song of Love, Loss, and Condemnation)

We came where the Lidder flow,
Where pine trees guard the earth below.
Pahalgam cradled us in grace,
A honeymoon wrapped in nature’s embrace.
We held each other on the mountain bend,
A love that felt like it would never end.

The air was pure, the sky so wide,
He laughed with joy, I stood by his side.
But then came thunder not from the skies—
Gunfire tore through our lives.
He fell with a whisper, his eyes still warm,
As horror bloomed where dreams were born.

Oh, although the pine still sings,
My heart can't feel a thing.
He died with his arms reaching for light,
In the meadows of Pahalgam… robbed of our right.
Twenty-six souls now sleep in snow,
Where only peace was meant to grow.
Tell me how faith became this blade—
That carves through love in a holy charade.

They came like shadows, hearts turned to stone,
No warning, no mercy, we died alone.
He wasn’t a soldier, just someone in love—
Now he lies silent beneath skies above.
Blood flows through the lush meadow’s green,
In Baisaran Valley, where peace had been.

Now the world itself breathes with grief,
And paradise weeps through every leaf.
How many must die before we say—
That no belief can justify this way?

We light our candles, the world moves on,
But love once lost is never gone.
Condemn these hands that **** and maim,
No God demands this kind of flame.
Let not one more vow be broken by hate—
Let peace rise before it’s too late.

Susanta Pattnayak
In the context of terrorist attacks in Pahalgam, India

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