By: Urooj Manzoor
Class: 10th (Minto Circle School, Srinagar)
May I gather some courage to speak for a while
A vandalized land, it’s debriciated profile.
Was once greatly adorned for it’s style
A sense of sovereignty was seeded in it’s soil.
Paradise on Earth was royal from it’s birth
The goal was perfection, persistence to come forth.
But transition took place and burried it’s voice
From valley of peace to my wounded paradise.
It’s gems got perished according to our need
Today it is seen demolished indeed.
How evil a man has acted in greed
Disrupted it’s order in the name of creed.
O’ blossoms you say is this demo fair
If flowers dry up before death is near.
A case similar can be sighted here
My Valley has been trodden and is unable to repair.
From aeons I craved for a pacified day
A day which extripates all that betray.
When justice will be done after long delay
So that I may get my valley back someway.
