There's a double shore of blood
It can't be vanished even by the cloud
Very much pain of red blood shroud
It made some idiots feel proud.

It is an never end fight
Skies are filled with bomb blast flight
Only blood and guns filled my sight
Weapons reached bottom of height

That place is apple mountain
Blood squeezed like high fill fountain
Land wore blood painted red fit
This is called as Hindu Muslim Conflict
© Siva