"The white snow you look outside brings memory of red snow of 90 Todays Qehwa, Sattu and bread were all red and red My heaven got all wood there and was all lit later by fear humans decresed, devils increased and parted my heaven in parts O,devils of that era we will meet in akhirah your collar, my hands doing justice will erase all scars marked by past. ©Eem Kay Bhat "