Grief Poem by Adnan Shafi

Don't put me out, I know the grief lies beside your feet here. It is arriving in the day and at night. It is a terrific story in the world. It is widespread in the valley, not changing. If you see us bothering, you should reach and wipe our tears, give us a warm welcome, and we all will be propelled to overlook what we have been withstanding since years. But this is no ordinary story.you all have to agonize it with us, deaths, bullets, pain.you should stop them ravaging the tremendous beauty of the valley. It is the story so vast you may never leave to listen to it. This is how we are buried without dying. See that blood flowing through the lanes of the land? That is the only way we discern Kashmir.