Lavander flowers dancing in warm zephyr of spring, Gloam paints the valley with shades of amethyst, carmine, Mauve saffron buds dance in the fields of Pampore If there is Heaven on the earth, it is here, it is here! But stay ! Why is this land strewn with purplish gore? Where monsters dance freely and demons dare. Purple blood flows on the lanes of the Sufi saints pure. Angels fled from the homes while no one did care, Enveloped in a livid haze that doubt and fear bring. Why dance of devastation ,curse befell this  paradise, Stop  wails and laments, let peace and happiness rise.