KASHMIR...

Kashmir is burning

Like a sick man’s pyre.

Smoke draping the massifs

The valley consumed by fire.

Conflict, hatred, mobocracy

Shrieking voices, marching feet.

Sullen dirges, the only music

Gunshots ringing in every street.

Militants slain by army’s bullets

In tricoloured coffins, soldiers sleep.

A silent nation mourns its sons

Wombs barren, the mothers weep.

                                                 

                                                         (Anurag)