A Hell In Making! Poem by Mohit Sharma

Yet again,
I've fallen apart
Crumbled down,
Like a ruined art

Standing somehow,
With those scars I've earn
Offended by humans,
Now its Nature's turn

My peace is now silent,
Making not a single noise
My dreams stand soaked,
I am losing my poise

All remains is now,
Screaming dreadful alleys
Nothing left in me,
Except that flooded Valley

Days were gone,
When my magnificence flaunts
I've been occupied now,
With dispersing terror that haunts

They often let me down,
I always lived an unseen curse
Never unfolded I do exist,
Like an unending and untold verse

I've lost enough,
Had gained nothing
My beauty paid often
Being unfair within

That dignity is unsound,
It has never been shaped
My innocence was mute,
And is often being raped

Where do I exist?
Clueless, my existence is shaking
I shall be named what?
Heaven still or a Hell in making?

~Dedicated to ‘Kashmir', Once upon a time a place called ‘Heaven'