Compose a poem on Beuty of kashmir
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Oh! my lovely Kashmir!
Each Indian's Kashmir,
Mountains of amethyst appear
through filmy veils, the soft air weaves.
The valley of tall, dark pine trees
of solemn loom, dusted in powdery white!
The lovely valley of flowers!
The valley of apple orchards!
The valley of green meadows, the mountain streams
flow with sweet sounds amidst the grass lands.
The valley of tulip fields!
My mind floats in a small boat
in the Dal lake's willowy water ways
to see nature glows and throbs with delight,
colourful birds chirping in green forests.
The land of santoor welcomes you,
to take in the breathtaking beauty!
A glimpse of heaven revealed.
How sorrowful has this valley become!
Someone is chocking its life out.
Smoke! smoke! in these winds of conspiracies.
Even the clouds here have been stained with blood.
People fleeing homes burning,
Draw boarders between their hearts,
The grass is no longer green
as the bullets rained on and wounded.
The smoke has driven away
the migratory birds that used to come.
O' lovely Kashmir, crown of India,
We won't spare you,
India is incomplete without you.
Hope it helps
Oh! my lovely Kashmir!
Each Indian's Kashmir,
Mountains of amethyst appear
through filmy veils, the soft air weaves.
The valley of tall, dark pine trees
of solemn loom, dusted in powdery white!
The lovely valley of flowers!
The valley of apple orchards!
The valley of green meadows, the mountain streams
flow with sweet sounds amidst the grass lands.
The valley of tulip fields!
My mind floats in a small boat
in the Dal lake's willowy water ways
to see nature glows and throbs with delight,
colourful birds chirping in green forests.
The land of santoor welcomes you,
to take in the breathtaking beauty!
A glimpse of heaven revealed.
How sorrowful has this valley become!
Someone is chocking its life out.
Smoke! smoke! in these winds of conspiracies.
Even the clouds here have been stained with blood.
People fleeing homes burning,
Draw boarders between their hearts,
The grass is no longer green
as the bullets rained on and wounded.
The smoke has driven away
the migratory birds that used to come.
O' lovely Kashmir, crown of India,
We won't spare you,
India is incomplete without you.
Hope it helps
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