Not happy in spring season
Spring has come on the earth.
Cold December has passed away.
Fragrant air is blowing with the smell of mustered flowers.
Buds are smiling.
Flowers are dancing in the air.
Silver screen of fog is nowhere.
Old people, shriveling in cold December are relaxing now.
Children are also happy in this sweet weather.
However, people in Jammu and Kashmir are frightened in this spring season.
This mild weather provides the way to the terrorist to enter in the state.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem