Poetry, they say, speaks the language of the heart. Of love and hope, of loss and grief. And anger and resistance. In the frozen valley of Kashmir, where the Jhelum and the chinars wait for spring, woman writers are channelling their emotions into words and verses, echoing the mood of Kashmiris caught in a time warp. Verses of hope of a new dawn. Angry words that cut through the silence in the Valley. These writers are painting their pain and pathos on a broad canvas with dark, bold strokes of the pen.