By Syed Sayim
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)