Whispers from Pahalgam
The valley weeps in silent pain,
Its winds now carry sorrow’s strain.
Where children laughed and rivers sang,
Now echoes of the gunfire rang.
No warrior’s pride, no noble deed,
Just innocent hearts made to bleed.
No glory lies in such a fight,
Where darkness dares to shun the light.
A twisted path, a cruel game,
That masks its hate in sacred name.
Yet voices quiet, hearts grow cold,
As silence shames the brave and bold.
“Your faith?” they ask with loaded gun,
As if belief made wrong be done.
But those who shout of justice loud,
Now vanish in a fearful crowd.
This is the hour we must unite,
And hold our torch against the night.
Not in revenge, but truth and grace
With love, let hate be put in place.
To heal the wounds, to stand once more,
With courage, peace, and faith at core.
For when the kind and just arise,
No lie can dim our morning skies.
