The world did not shatter, life in the alleys still went on,
But a few brave soldiers fighting bravely had forever gone.
They roared like real heroes before they were finally slain,
The coward militants kept hiding not ready to refrain.
Terror envelopes a beautiful valley, which we all call heaven,
Soaked in ruthless blood shed, this land is now laden.
There were talks and debates and news room hours,
There were candles, marches and coffins with flowers.
The tricolor was being honored, but there was a price to pay,
The wounds of pain, the emptiness of death, was here to stay.
The grief of this nation, the grief of the loss of your own,
Are we shamed and guilt ridden or have we turned to stone.
How many more martyrs will have to finally die,
For our national flag to sway against the blue sky.