The mountains of Kashmir are witness to the beauty and valor which once formed the crest of this Valley. They have seen people coming and leaving, seasons changing, and they have seen Kashmir remain as the paradise on Earth. I am sure, the birds which fly to the Valley from season to season as well as the high rise mountains must be crying now, seeing the pathetic condition of Kashmir.
The gardens which were full of blossoms and serenity are now dumped with emptiness. The lanes which once were flushed with playing children are now lying abandoned. Even the skies feel alone, for the birds are afraid to leave their nests.
My Valley feels lost now… Who will take the blame? Who will bring back its splendor? When will celebrations return?