Transformation
We were just married a while,
The world had yet not been invaded by mobile.
So there was lot of laughter and smiles
Early morning we would walk for miles.
Chinaar trees, Tulips, Daffodils, cherry blossoms-
The beauty of it was truly awesome.
On an indolent noon, a shikara ride
With the boatman working as a tourist guide.
How effortlessly the hours passed,
As we slowly waded through the calm waters and went past,
Dal and Nishaat Lake, in utter awe.
Pristine beauty of the hills for the first time I saw.
Young girls in boats selling local ware,
So calm, serene, gentle and fair.
In just ten years all hell broke loose,
Blood all around in place of soft hues.
All was desecrated with irreverence.
The valley was shorn of its very essence.
Those who forever had lived in harmony,
Overnight became sworn enemies.
What not are we driven to for self preservation.
People were fleeing not knowing their destination.
Countless became paupers and homeless
And fled to the safety of refugee camps.
How many lives lost over a piece of land?
Politics of war made me sad.
Terror affected psyche of one and all.
On reading the news, i felt appalled.
I still dream of those days gone by,
When the valley was alive, i thought with a sigh.
Why can’t we live in harmony and peace?
And bring back those days when every one was at ease.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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