By Syed Sayim

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Hark, hark the ugly tale of beautiful dale

With cardiac wounds everyone dost wail

 

Look how it burns in patriotic wave

One more martyr succumbed to injuries its soul gave

 

Clouds turnst into dark mourning the sky is

Mother earth’s lap is ready to keep body his

 

Quoth she, “I adorn the cradle to let u sleep

Tiresome thou look, let me thy head on shoulder keep”

 

Singing birds in chaos venomous hissing sounds dost make

Flowers with faded charm have faces fake

 

People with Moorish eyes some with blazing chests are

Some raised the flags others have waged the war

 

Enraged mob chanting the slogans of free will

Look hither the stone thrown and yonder the bullet come

 

Fog emanating from tear gasses envelops the mass

Effects not the solid breasts with frozen tears, who ripped across

 

Blood in streams run, rain of tears dost fall

We want emancipation is written on every wall

 

Myani gasha (light of my eyes) in every mother’s sigh

Fate of Kashmir in whose hands doth lie

 

Lies betwixt the grinder of borders and as grist dost grind

From one side is Pak and other is called the Hind

 

(The poet is from Narbal, pursuing Masters in English)

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