Kashmir: a fire within
Kashmir of our dreams
remains only a dream
subconscious playing games
like a jigsaw puzzle
with no real solution in sight
feeling like a wandering kite
some materialize in reality
our Kashmir dream has not
that is a pity.
Politics overriding our feelings
wavering & dithering in dealings
none to blame but ourselves
we lost our own bearings.
Fanaticizing, not our cup of tea
route to violence abhorred
never inherited such stuff
road to our dream seems always rough
walking through the serpentine roads
talks, discussions, elocutions of no use
ship drifting on slipped moorings
When we lose
winner takes it all
but they won’t take our consciousness
supreme and tall.
be our language
guiding force be our cultural heritage
the legacy of our ancestral knowledge.
Under the trail of
those mutilated bodies and seething anger
keeping alive that spark in ashes
rise we shall like phoenix
for those at helm
Let us build Kashmir of our dreams
wherever we are
whenever we can
we lost one
let us create ten.
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