If places ever spoke..

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,
Yet, I enchant all of you.
“Paradise on earth”, you say
But, is that all you only see?

Captured in your canvases,
And as words in your books.
Is that how I will only remain?
In your books or your walls?

You, with one perception;
To the one, with another -
Like a mirage, that you never reach-
You will never know, how I feel.

Combating between the two,
I can’t say the right from the wrong,
Having come, so far along
Does it matter, if right or wrong?

Of all the damage you caused me,
After all the blood you shed.
You still ask me to come to you,
Is this is how you only woo?

Fix, my sorrows and my wounds
They have reached the peak.
How do I even talk to you?
A misunderstood language, you speak!

Redeem me or let me go,
Promise me, either one.
A little that is left of me,
This Beautiful scar belongs to none!

 - Kashmir

P.S: This is written from the point  of view of a "place". And has not dealt with the subject politically. Please do not misunderstand the motive.