By Azhar Imtiyaz
I am an unidentified grave
I am a mystery of your son
I am the address of missing one
I am not prison, but a heaven
I care and love them in this cave
And, you call me an unidentified grave
Tell, my nation, about my death
I was tortured till my breath
And was buried in the dark
By old man’s hand, and dogs bark
Put the last mud on my face
I am called an unidentified grave
Tell, my father, don’t feel shame
I was not criminal but a brave
Died for the respect of my land
Dumped somewhere in the dark cave
Your son is now an unidentified grave
Tell, my brother, for my mother to care
She is not able to stop her tear
Searching me every place in stack
I am not angry, so will comeback
I am buried, without my name
Your brother is now an unidentified grave
Tell, my baby was yet to come
I was waiting for her to come
Show my toys, I brought for her
And was restless to play with her
Find me baby, somewhere in cave
Your father is now an unidentified grave
Tell, my wife not to cry
I am a Kashmiri, born to die
Take care my family, and be happy
I love you so much, even in this cave
Your love is now an unidentified grave
Tell, my friends, no worry to have
I am not alone, in this grave
There is buried, one more brave
This is not same as normal grave
And I am called an unidentified grave
I shouted and cried at my end
It was my dreams and aims to end
It was the end of my fame
I shouted my nation, for me to save
They buried me, with my name
They call me now an unidentified grave…
Azhar Imtiyaz is studying in Kashmir University
honesty is the best policy