Opinion

Calm in the arms of the mighty Himalyas

Shivering in the frigid cold of the North   A necklace studded with the cascading dales The most precious, heedlessly entrancing   The snake-curved rivers flowing all around Like the blood veins through my heart.   The aquamarine lakes, high up in the mountains Scintillating like the jewel in the Crown.   Indus pierces through its heart, violently Quenching the thirst of the talls and tans

  Where the three vampires meet, blood stained To leech the inhabitants and to rape the serenity   Screwed, in the paws of the beastly maligned raj The freedom is injured and the thought is dead   Like a bone in the mouth of the hounds Like a grass under the feet of the fighting bulls   The brave eagle’s nest, on the roof of the world Has been heinously vandalized by the vultures   Far in the horizons, a spectacle of hope Is still blushingly kissing Himalayas face   The tiny little baby born yesterday saw Gilgit-Baltistan defined by this delicate hope                                        © Quwat.K.Sunny 2010