Locals carry AK47s,

Stab the heart of Kashmir.

Valleys crumble under the feet of haters,

From Pahalgam to Pampore to Pulwama.

The mountains bleed,

they cry.

Civilians are deafened by gunshots,

Loose their loved ones in battles of ego.

Drones, fighter jets whirl like monsters,

Ready to chew flesh of innocents.

The mountains bleed,

they cry.

Nothing to drink, nothing to grow,

Farmers are unknown of their crime. 

Pockets are empty, nothing to feed, 

For everything is stolen by dirty diplomacy.

The mountains suffer,

they cry.

Countries have emerald eyes of greed,

Devour credit, enhance business and look at religion.

Media is sold, assumptions are made,

None know what is true, what is false,

The mountains bleed,

they cry.

here were blasts, casualties,

But it just closes in pages of history.

Another plan cooks in devil minds,

To create more history.

Everyone suffers,

everyone cries.