All eyes on snow where shadows fall,
But none hear Jammu’s muted call.
J&K is more than whispered name,
Of Kashmir’s grief or Kashmir’s fame.
In tales of fire, it stands unheard— A land eclipsed, without a word.
Even the literate walk blind,
To Jammu’s place, they’re unaligned.
Their knowledge vast, yet sight so small—
Ignoring half the map’s true call.
