Somewhere in the heart of the Valley

Covered in White, Yellow & Purple
and every possible hue,
Lies stretched before my eyes
a living, breathing paradise,
To some old devil someone owed a due,
turning every eye red and every skin blue.

Cloudy eyes hide the abyss of pain
as the wise old men calmly explain,
A whole generation was lost they say,
when a podium given to foxes had their way,
and the lovable fool of the mohalla went away.

Impact of every stone is a dent in a bone
Squeeze of every trigger was once somebody's treasure,
The bright flash and the smell of gunpowder
with every chanted slogan the ensuing silence grows louder.

Somewhere in the heart of the valley
Where the bloddy river flows uncheked
providing life to every cell, cleansing it in return,
breaking the banks ever so often,
healing every wound and burn,
Washing away saint and sinner alike
bodies washed ashore at every turn.

Somewhere in the heart of the valley
Where the chaos showers from above
washing away the slime and muck,
blowing away the sting from every cut
These showers cause the crimson river to swell
hearts to melt and minds to dwell,
A land of contradiction, land of harmony,
a place where hope lives and dies
Somewhere in the heart of the valley where every heart lies.