Cruel Waters Poem by Saroj Padhi

Liquid terror floods thro' Jammu and Kashmir's body
telling altogether a different ghastly story —
of human flesh ripped apart
as if by acid rain
to reveal a large skeleton of broken ribs
rocked by waves of muddy waters;
unleashing the face of some dark demons
that lurked inside the rivers on spate
to muzzle the humans
and munch bones of the poor hapless dead;
spreading horror of epidemic into the spines
of the surviving who scramble on the sheared banks
gazing into a big blank sky
occasionally filled by some spectre of promise
by dronings of choppers targeted by stones pelted
out of sheer frustrations of the hungry at them.
When will the beautiful valley again sing
of the beauty of waters?
Of the glory of flowers?
Questions like this in the broken nests ring
as we sit here on the banks
thinking only of today's meals
that seem to elude us like morning dreams.