Where poppies pierce paradise
Crystalline peaks watch silently above,
As darkness seeps through valleys once filled with love.
beneath the sacred mountains' ancient gaze,
A poisoned mist now clouds these hallowed ways.

Where saffron bloomed in fields of golden light,
Now withered dreams take root in endless nights.
Young souls once pure as Kashmir's pristine snow,
Now drift like leaves where bitter winds may blow.

In alleyways where children used to play,
The merchant of despair now holds his sway.
With promises sweet as apple blossoms fair,
He weaves his web of synthetic despair.

Once-bright eyes now dulled by powder's gleam,
Lost in the haze of artificial dreams.
Where prayer calls once echoed clearly and strong,
Now needles write their despairing song.

Mothers weep beside empty beds at night,
For sons and daughters lost to chemical flight.
The Dal Lake mirrors heaven's tears above,
For paradise now chained by powdered love.

In schoolyards empty, silence takes its toll,
Where education once enriched each soul.
The peddler's whisper drowns the teacher's voice,
As youth succumb to chemistry's false choice.

Through centuries-old lanes of craft and trade,
Now deadly commerce casts its dark cascade.
Where artisans once wove their golden thread,
Now dealers spin their web of living dead.

The chinar trees stand witness to this pain,
Their leaves now catch tears like autumn rain.
Each fallen needle marks another loss,
As young lives pay addiction's heavy cost.

Gardens once filled with love's sweet perfume,
Now harbor shadows of impending doom.
The lotus wilts in waters once so pure,
As poison flows through paradise's core.

Yet hope still dwells in Kashmir's ancient heart,
Where healers work to give new lives their start.
Through rehabilitation's sacred door,
Lost souls may find their way to light once more.

Let mountain strength flow through each weakened vein,
As the community rises to break this chain.
For paradise must not submit to shade,
Nor let its children's futures fade and fade.

Oh Kashmir, cradle of celestial grace,
Let healing light restore your sacred face.
May unity and wisdom show the way,
To guard your youth from chemical decay.

For in your valleys, hope must bloom again,
Like spring that follows winter's bitter reign.
Let every soul enslaved by Powder's might,
Find freedom in recovery's pure light.

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