Blood in the Valley- Pahalgam Weeps
The valleys that once whispered love,
and carried laughter through the hills,
Now lies drenched in red silenced by fear.
The valley that once whispered tales of delight,
Now lie silent, soaked in blood and screams.
Henna on her hands, dreams in her eyes,
A bride wrapped in love, beneath gentle skies.
Vows still echoed in the mountain air,
When death struck — sudden, cruel, unfair.
He screamed, fell, blood on the ground,
She stood frozen, in silence profound.
The one she chose for life’s every mile,
Now gone, with no final smile.
The air filled with screams, children’s cry tore the sky,
Hands gripped with weapons, eyes empty, devoid of light.
They were tourists, not enemies or threats,
Pahalgam, so silent, why so numb?
Your rivers sang once, now why so silent?
You saw the blood, heard every cry
Yet why do your skies not weep or ask why?
If the words could stop the bullets fly,
If only hate would learn to die.
Will the nation wash this grief away?
Or freeze it in time as memories stay?
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