Listen to the story of my valley.
Where saints preached religion daily.
A disputed land on the top of the map.
With elegant green hail in the nature's Lap.
Natural make - up like the paradise.
Free from economic agitations and cries.
Crown of pearls on the white mountains.
With scented flowers cool breeze and natural fans.
But all of a sudden.
Above and below open and hidden.
A big bang heard everywhere.
A terror of death spread everywhere.
The cruel forces trampled her pains and tops.
Occupied everywhere and killed her cops
YOU ARE READING
BURNING PARADISE.
PoetryListen to the story of my valley. Where saints preached religion daily. A disputed land on the top of the map. With elegant green hail in the nature's Lap.
