Before writing this, I would like to add a few words. This poem is not about hate or support against any community, or in support of terrorism in any way; I absolutely am against it, and it is against any religion. Please enjoy reading.

Heaven on earth
Turned into hell.
Gunshots equivalent
To music; tell
Those rapists dressed
As policemen-*
When a father, a brother, a son
See their beloved woman,
Being ill-treated, will
Not they rebel?
And hence they become
The 'terrorists'; sell
Their souls to
The Devil.
Driven by the evil, they
Commit sins unforgivable.
In the background, all of ye
Hear the loud war-bell.
The whispering blue streams,
And the mountains repel
The approaching enemy.
Somebody stop them;
And the apocalypse avertable-
Kashmir's terrible end.

*Not all are bad please. I'm not even talking about the majority. I'm talking about very, very few of them. They are honourable men, let's not debate on that. A Kashmiri friend of mine told me her family's story, and that is what I have written about. I'm not disrespectful towards anyone. Thank you once again and I apologise for the long clarifications.