In Pahalgam’s hush, a promise lies,
Of rising suns and endless skies.
Though shadows fall and tears may stream,
The soul still dares to dream its dream.
Scarred but sacred, this land stands tall,
Wrapped in the tricolor, embracing all.
We rise not just to heal, but to defend,
With hope as our shield, and justice our stand.
Simi
Simi says... 