This is what comes to my mind, when I try to visualise the valley. The so-called paradise has become hell and is haunted by the cries of innocent who die innocent deaths each day.
Hell breaks loose
Hell breaks loose, the rivers are a stream of thick blood
I stand on stones near riverside,
They are the skulls of young ones.
The land shakes with fear,
The wind screams to the heaven,
I stand alone in middle of barren land,
Far away I see a caravan
With bare feet, I crawl up to them
To my shock, they are all torn faces with blood clots
I see inside their eye sockets
To my fear, I see the holy ghost
Telling me: "Don't mistake theeself as a poorman for thee has just seen the paradise on earth, Kashmir!"