When smiling spring sets its tone
When an infant flower flaunts its bloom
When sky splashes its summer shower
When nature nourishes its invincible power
I feel saddened at this temporal beauty
Its hypocritic smile over inner cruelty
Where?
Where?
Is there a spring in kashmir?
Where so called humans are on killing spree
Does every flower needs a blood shower?
Are we doomed till doom to hover?

There used to be spring even in Autmn
When there was peace at its bottom
When every leave was a flower
When every season was 'our'

Let thy spring be my spring again
I am kasmir
Let me live again
Flowers, showers, peace and some rain....

© Tahir N Mughal