Article 370 Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the vale of Kashmir, where mountains stand tall,
Once echoed a decree that held a thrall.
Article 370, a clause of debate,
A tapestry woven with threads of fate.

It spoke of autonomy, a special status held,
In the hearts of the people, its story swelled.
With promises made and histories told,
A delicate balance, in valleys cold.

For decades it stood, a symbol profound,
Yet controversy whispered, its echoes resound.
A bridge between past and uncertain tomorrows,
A legacy etched in hopes and sorrows.

With strokes of the pen, decisions were made,
Amidst fervent voices, a nation swayed.
Opinions clashed like thunder's roar,
As Article 370 walked a path unsure.

Some saw it as shackles, binding tight,
Others as a shield in the darkest night.
But in its essence, beyond the fray,
Lay the aspirations of a people's sway.

For Kashmir's story, a tapestry vast,
Wove threads of longing, shadows cast.
In every word, a nation's tale,
Of unity sought, beyond the pale.

As history unfolds, and chapters turn,
The legacy of Article 370 will burn.
In memories cherished, in lessons learned,
In the yearning for peace, for which hearts yearn.

So let us remember, in the annals of time,
The complexities woven in prose and rhyme.
For in the valleys of Kashmir's grace,
Lies the journey of a nation's embrace.