“The storm in the city
vandalized every inch
by its gushy winds
deserted streets,withers bodies,
houses without rooftops and the trees
with broken branches
All is the scene the eyes could meet,
Amid the wrath,only the thorny cactus 🌵 stands firm in the courtyard
Though What could be more dangerous
then the gentle breeze ,
After the deadly storm
Consoling the broken branches,
Shattered bodies and
withered blosoms.
Now the City
no more wake’s up
with the sparks of glittering sun
As it has felt asleep in the lap of death…”

–Kashmiri poet Hijaj Bin Yousuf