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This is for all those who seek the joy in little things !

Two Tales .

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For those of you who are not aware of it , The Kashmir conflict is a territorial conflict between India, Pakistan, and to a limited degree, China. It started just after the partition of India. India and Pakistan have fought three wars over Kashmir, including the Indo-Pakistani Wars of 1947 and 1965, as well as the Kargil War . And there have been constant conflicts between the Indian and Chinese counterparts too .

All of the three parties are equally headstrong about Not giving up the ownership of Kashmir .

Currently Kashmir is within the boundaries of The Indian Government .

But amist all of this , it’s the People of Kashmir who suffer the most . With stories of the army encroaching upon civilian activities , and the army accusing civilians of wilfully defying communal laws . There has been a constant state of unrest between the two .

With each new evidence of conflict , it becomes even more difficult to understand who is responsible for the destruction of peace in Kashmir . Over the dacdes it has turned into a dirty mudslinging game .

This poem is my opinion on the current state of affairs . Where there are two sides to every story that comes up .  It’s a sad picture of the people who are now tired of war and just want the peace , Kashmir once had .

Two Tales .

Seamless mountains as far as your eyes can see ;
A people so warm , and hospitable , as people can be .
And amidst their muffled voices ,
Emerge two tales forged by destiny .

A tale of the Warrior ;
A tale of the commoner .
One tale that questions the validity of the other .

Of beauty unmatched ,
But beauty amassed by the death of many .

Of snow-clad peaks ,that shine with clarity ;
That could very well be the tears of the half-widows , frozen for eternity .

Of two tales , so unnervingly convincing ,
That the truth itself had taken to hiding .

Of blood, shed for the country ;
And of innocent blood spilled mercilessly .

Of chaos and peace ,
Of curfews and retreats .

Of deals and truces .
Of prayers and bruises .

Of serpentine roads ,
That have long forgotten their reason for war .
And of conflicting ways that only lead to a haunted past .

Of fallen idols , And unlikely heroes .
Of propaganda , And falsified truths .

Of a generation that awaits the summer ,
To soften their frigid pain .

Of a paradise tracing its roots ,
To a new beginning again !

 

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Author: TheWanderingMadrasi

I call myself a dreamer. Always curious and easily bored, you'l find me trying out new places or talking to random people as I go about my life. I find happiness in little things of life. Food is an obsession of mine! I like kickboxing so I pack a punch!

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