Perturbation of...

Were you ever overshadowed by militancy, by darkness, by the consternation of the loss of your loved ones? They once questioned a Kashmiri," What do you say about being quarantined?" He replies, "Is it us you question from, where we have been shrouded by the devil's travesty?"

None can realize their tribulation or their sufferings but them..

And so they claim:

For the drops you have turned into dreams,

For the cries you have turned into screams,

For the lives you've turned to dreams,

May you rot like the apples on our trees,

May you scream like the juveniles you've seized,

May those you exterminated haunt you,

May those piercing screams taunt you,

May you rot 'til you're none,

May you perish for the sins you've done,

For the dreams you've turned into fears,

For the chortles you've turned into tears,

For the toys you've seized from the kids,

For the boys you've whisked from amidst,

May you skins shrivel in the blazing fires,

May your unworthy flesh turn to steam,

For all the deteriorated dreams!

Composed by N.L Ain (author)

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