The land was once covered with snow,
but now with the bodies of bloody boors,
the land was once the coolest place,
but now burning in bullets heat'
the land once gave pleasure to the loving couples,
but now it gives death to beasts and boors,
the land was once the pride of my country,
the land was once the symbol of paradise,
the land was once called the beautifull kashmir,
but now A BLEEDING PARADISE.
War does have a way of cultivating the land, but not how we would like it in reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again nice........ piece....... u r a good poet... i should accept