THE BURNING VALLEY

I am Imran the heart throb of all
at times helping my Abbu in his business of making shawl,
I love roaming around the streets of Baramullah
after I am done with paying homage to our Bismillah,
I have a mother and a younger sister to play
always dominating her by leaving her nothing to say.......!!!!!!!!


Abbu has several health problems still he tries
in order to maintain our family so that we survive,
Ammi is all busy taking all household burdens
never revealing her hardships and pains,
I am ever engrossed with my friends and school
pranking around making each other a fool......!!!!!!!!


But at times I wonder there is something wrong
our Kashmir is in a fight for long,
A fight where peoples existence are questioned
we mortals at the name of religion are condemned,
At times I find my elders in soaring eyes
cursing people around when their loved ones die.......!!!!!!!!!


I find chaos around the streets while going to school
gunfires and curfews creating a blood pool,
The panic around I see makes me scared
and it seems I have lost myself in bizzare,
some men in uniform try to evacuate us
and pouring water on some torching bus......!!!!!!!!


The elders say Kashmir is in wrong hands and we must fight for its pride,
but I feel the one who says it are the ones who takes wrong side.
I am still small to be paid heed
but then why our elders forget our basic need??????
we all are tired of these protests and rallies
which has made Kashmir from a paradise to a burning valley.......!!!!!!!!!




By-
       SOURAV BANERJEE