At the time of spine chilling winters,
The moon light gleams up the valley,
With all its mystic radiance,
Being a mum spectator to an ally!
The neighbours of a varied clan,
Screams up with arms and knives in their hands,
Becoming bloodthirsty of their own kith and kin,
Expelling them away hand to hand..
The glittering white serene moon,
In the realm of darkness,
Sheds its rays on ice layered lake in valley,
Paving the way for the rise of the ruthless!
The stain the moon got now,
Can never be forgotten by the innocents,
In a jiffy of moments, their homes were set ablaze,
And their throats were slit apart hundred percent.
The women got their skin and chaste shed off,
The children and infant became homeless,
The old got tortured everywhere,
Who would knew they would become sudden fate-less?
All the time, the moon remained mum,
All the time it witnessed the bloodshed;
Oh they cursed the moon to be impotent,
For not coming up with brilliant lightshed!
