Children of Gurez

 Far away in the midst of the snow clad mountains,

Exists a piece of land descended from the heavens
Nestled in the valleys in tiny hamlets,
Amidst flowing streams and rivulets

A meadow of green in the warm summers
Myriad hues during the monsoon showers
A carpet of snow beside the melted glacier,
Each day was a new chapter for nature.

Little ones who grew up in these lands,
With no gadgets but snow and flowers in their hands,
Away from the chaos of distant sands,
With only basic needs and no lavish demands.

A shepherding life for the summers,
A dormant life for the cold harsh winters,
Little ones living in a far away land
Where life has a different story planned.

In the midst of man-made borders and beliefs,
That only give rise to dispute and grief,
Children with their pure innocent soul,
Perhaps bear the heaviest toll.