There was the shade of deep greenery covered by the dense green pine forest.
There was the charming welcome of the surrounding grey mountains,
There was a lively green carpet of soft and long grasses.
Here and there was the lively musical surge of the dancing fountains.
Over and above, there was an outburst of happiness among the tourists
Who rode on the ponies?
Only the future was unknown to them.
This was the scenario of that apparent shining ill-fated noon on the valley of Kashmir.
In the Baisaran valley’s amazing natural beauty, it is known as mini Switzerland.
The tourists were enjoying the natural beauty wholeheartedly.
In the blink of an eye, from the dense green pine bushes
Six messengers of death appeared before them with furious weapons
Who were notorious terrorists?
All of a sudden, they converted the valley of paradise to the valley of death.
Only on the grounds of religion, that few extremists converted
The joyous situation to hue and cry with sorrow.
They didn’t challenge the traditional religion, only
They had threatened with fierce fundamentalism that ill-fated noon of April.
Instantly, they had shed the eternal soul of our Mother India
In the form of twenty-six tourists and several wounded persons.
Now the heaven of the earth is a valley of pindrop silence & frustration
With the mixed effect of spine-tingling mourning.
This horrible news spread from East to West and from North to South
Crossing the territory of India in the form of a heartbroken, weeping sorrow
That echoed to the far & too far outside our Mother India
Knocking on the doors of the global humanity and mankind.

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