On the banks of Dal, a scintillating
Sunrise, rising from behind the
periphery Of Dargah.
Let this moment cease here right away.
Let me watch birds flying for the peace of their hearts.
Yet the day has to pass, so shall I;
Onto the journey of earning bread for the starving paunch.
With the promise of turning back to this bank,
before the steady sundown arrives
Hopeful of a Stunner;enfolding ahead.
The sky appeared bleak and despondent.
Wailing with sinister floating clouds.
A youth has been sent to boundless space
Dal Lake turbulently running away,
escaping away with agonizing screams,
from the upheavals of mother land.
Splendid and glorious country, today a sulky world.
Scuzzy politics choked innocence of my kids.
Sunset has been noble in visuals,
still our bosoms ached as for the
death of flying souls, to the last sky.