Where all the mountain-peaks,
stay covered with silvery snow.
And during winters
when the moonlight
falls on these snow-capped
Then every glittering eye would experience
what Moses felt at Koh-e-Toor
after coming into contact with the divine lightening.
The enchanting waters of Wular, Dal and Nandan Sar
do mesmerises the hearts.
Even the autumn spreads gold everywhere.
Here the evenings of Girjan,
and the mornings of Gulmarg,
are charming indeed
For every beats, here,
the fountains leap.
And the streams dances,
like a peacock.
On the arrival of spring season
lost in his own senses
hearts leaps, sings and dances
All the languages/dialects spoken here are sweet & loving,
even if you do not understand them,
still they stir melody in your ears.
But, is the Paradise like this?
Is the bullets roar in the air there too?
Is humans beings differentiated there too?
on castes, colours and Ideologies?
Is the flower there too smells like human blood?
Is there are borders too
that bifurcates the hearts?
If everything is the same there.
Then I forsake that Paradise
You keep your paradise with you.