I had written this poem in 2002 and it was published in State Times, Jammu.  It was gloomy atmosphere of J & K. .

Hellish heaven

 

Last Night

In the dream

I walked into the heaven

Just to get surprised,

Surprised to be greeted by

All odds:

So many houses,

All empty and destroyed,

Bloody and muddy,

Broken walls and holes,

Here and there

Peeping eyes,

Hungry faces,

Orphaned children,

Widowed girls,

Old people

Crawling as worms,

No voice

Just whispers.

 

I ran to the other side

Of the Heavenly river

But there too was

A land devastated and deserted

Like a war field:

Only cries and wails,

Miles and miles,

Frozen faces,

Parched lips,

Eyes turning into holes

And cheeks into pits,

Skeletons and skeletons,

And ghosts and ghosts.

Oh! God!

What happened to your heaven?

Or am I in the hell?

Why so many people are crying?

Where is the melody of heaven?

It is just wailing …wailing…

So many orphans, so many widows?

Where are the young couples?

Are all dead or sent away?

Is this heaven?

Or hellish heaven?                                                                             The State Times, 2002