In the twilight of frozen day
Amidst the sound of bullets
Cries could be heard from a family
One an ethereal voice
A cry of a new life
Just out of mother’s womb
Crying over fate
To be born in this insouciant world!
The other harsh cry from the family
Was a lachrymose cry
For having lost their beloved
To a terrorist!
Oh! The valley of peace
Once bejeweled with cherries and apples
Against the backdrop of snow
Has now turned into a valley of blood
The pristine snow of the valley changed to Red!
Peace! Come back to this valley
And let the valley parade it’s tranquil beauty of youth and harmony!
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