POLITICAL Poem: “Beneath Azure Pankong’s Embrace”, by Abhijay A

In Pankong’s cradle, where waters gleam with azure grace,
White sands meet the solemn peaks, a sanctuary for the dreamer’s
embrace.
Nagami, the city of sun, murmurs in lilac hues,
Shalimar graces the scene, a tranquil muse that soothes.

The valley, a canvas adorned with nature’s sublime art,
Ephemeral lives of birds, yearning for celestial depart.
Shattered wings, denied the dance in freedom’s boundless air,
Silent cries echo, an anthem of longing and despair.

Harbingers hushed, forecasting fates yet to unfold,
Harmukh witnesses love, a narrative of stories bold.
Apple trees tenderly embrace, a shepherd’s pastoral grace,
Playing a flute in the symphony of the Kashmiri space.

Petrichor lingers, the scent of rain a poignant theme,
Solitude and beauty, the valley’s melancholic refrain.
A homecoming to joy, amidst nature’s profound felicity,
In tranquil retreat, serenity finds eternal affinity.

Dreams here whisper of tranquility’s tender grace,
Kashmir, my love, where hope finds its sacred place.
Through sleepless nights, lullabies unfold,
Echoing with guns and bullets, tales left untold.

Awakening to scenes of political strife,
Children dream amid the turbulence of life.
Cries for peace resonate in the moonlit streams,
Mothers seek melodies, amidst shattered dreams.

The delicacy of my valley, a timeless tether,
Binding us in shadows, enduring the political weather.
Kashmir, my love, a poignant political song,
Enduring, resilient, where struggles and strength belong.