The enchanting beauty, this mountain
lass
In silence she rows through lotus leaves
Her Shikara full of blooms
As golden sunlight mirrors her grace
On the still waters of the lake in June.
As she sits inert with outward calm
In her dainty embroidered gown
Seeped with motifs of traditional charm
Her poise her royal crown.
Seeped with motifs of traditional charm
Her poise her royal crown.
In silence she rows through lotus leaves
Her Shikara full of blooms
As golden sunlight mirrors her grace
On the still waters of the lake in June.
As she sits inert with outward calm
Her insides are brimming with pain
She hurts for hearts she's lost to hate
She hurts for hearts she's lost to hate
Her tears an anguished refrain.
She glides along the waters blue
But for her the life stands still
Laughter of loves gone reverberates
The deathly quiet screams shrill.
She lives on still, in the wounded vale
Selling blooms of love amidst armed
patrols
Like scraps of a dream from a life gone by
The tapestry riddled with bullet holes.
MS
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