WINTER

Winter has crept in Kashmir slowly and steadily.
From the unborn to the old, all are lifeless.
Death is common, while life is nowhere in sight,
Hot emotions fall cold, as hot steam from the cold earth rises up to infinity.

Doves are silent, while vultures adorned with different dresses make noise.
Rivers are frozen, while the waters are red, filled with the youth blood.
Spring is reminded, while hearts break with smiles on faces.
Mothers wait for their lost sons in the flickering of the candles,
The icicles hanging from the thatched roofs are sharp like knives.

Vehicles slip as the drivers are penniless.
The stock of the homes is scarce,
And the coming of eternal peace is a farce.
Winter has again crept in Kashmir slowly and steadily.