And i think of those wondrous times
"There was peace"
And i think of those tranquil moments
"People used to loiter late nights"
And i think about mutual dreams
"Dal was as clean as faith"
And i think of your gazelle watery eyes
"But
It all changed in 90s"
And i think about those turbulant times
"People were forced to flee"
And i think of our 'encounters'
"Bullets,bullets and bullets"
And i think of your fusillade of words
"Things have somehow 'changed' now"
I stop thinking
Change the topic please
I die
So does Kashmir
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