Poem: Is this the land of Paradise?

Mountains moan, valleys cry,

the Dal is filled with tears.

The sky burns, red with fire

blazing over the years.

Birds are dumb, blossoms dead,

the air echoes with screams.

Childhood wails, age weeps,

the youth is devoid of dreams.

Innocence is sacrificed on the ice,

blood mixes with snow.

Is this the land of Paradise?

Will no Snow White now grow?

I wrote the above poem in 2000. Perhaps it was some terror attack that pulled it out of my heart then. In the Snow White's tale, when blood falls on snow, it leads to a story of love, ...