"Before the war what was here? "
Before the war
Here was a deep green valley
Gardens of Jamboline
Long ques of Cathartocapus trees
A cascade falling from heavens
A fine oval shaped lake
And a village nearby the lake.
In the village
Therewere playgrounds for children,
Public Parks, shortly ending bazars
And a vegetable market.
"What else was here before the war? "
Before the war,
Masjid, Tample and Church exist in one and the same street
Allah, Bhagwan and God were friends
Hues, lights, flowers and birds
And butterflies roaming on flower gardens were here.
"Was there anything else here, before the war? "
Before the war
Here was a money-lender's wine shop
A shop of indigo
A hut of a lyricist
A parlour of a sitar-player
A talk of a pretty young lass
And a gang of young lovers
What else I tell you that
Before the war, there was no war here
And more importantly
There was no cemetry around.
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