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No more on ridge.

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Aadil Ghulam Bhat
[Poet & Novel writer]
 Born on 02- 04- 1999



The grass is now no more green.

And no tree can hold their leaves.

The sun is now hiding in misty cold.

Scenic beauty is no more on ridge.


The days are now no more long.

And no garden has a flowery tale.

Fall has subsided the green gold .

Flock singing is no more on ridge.


A dry, hot, loo is now no more strong.

And no Vale is singing the edenic song.

The heaven has now nothing to hold

Bird shrieking is no more on ridge .



The morning breeze is no more fare.

And no evening holds a crimson way

Fall has turn'd every green to gold.

Cloud dance is no more on ridge.



ABOUT AUTHOR:-

Aadil Ghulam Bhat, a poet, author, and novelist from Kulgam in Jammu and Kashmir, is well-known for his vivid and absorbing creative works. Bhat, a Bachelor of Science graduate of Kashmir University, writes with a great understanding of his surroundings and Kashmir's diverse cultural history. His prose weaves captivating stories that delve into the human mind, and his poetry explores themes of love, nature, and spirituality. Because of his talent in the literary world, Bhat is now known as a rising star in the field of writing.

Phone: 7051672115; email: adilgulambhat@gmail.com.

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