In the Shadows of Kashmir’s Tears
(Dedicated to the late tourists who died in the terrorist attack in Kashmir)
Heramba Nath
In Kashmir’s heart, where beauty thrives,
The mountains cradle countless lives.
But darkness crept, with ruthless pace,
A tragedy that time can’t erase.
The valley, once serene and bright,
Now echoes with the silent night.
Tourists came with joy to find,
Peace and beauty, heart and mind.
But fate was cruel, and death was near,
A land that once held hope now filled with fear.
With silent steps and sudden sound,
A tragedy struck the peaceful ground.
In innocent hands, dreams did fall,
Shattered by an unseen call.
The hills, they weep, the rivers mourn,
For lives cut short, for hearts torn.
Yet in the pain, the memory stays,
Of brighter times, of gentler days.
Though gone, the souls that left too soon,
Will shine like stars, like the moon.
Kashmir’s breath, though strained by grief,
Will heal with time, beyond belief.
For every tear, a seed is sown,
In hope, the valley will find its own.
To those who fell in sorrow’s grasp,
We honor you with every gasp.
Your light lives on, a guiding star,
No matter how near or far.