In Kashmir, A Ghazal

Listen there are men who plod the streets with empty hands 

And strike the forces who fill the land with corpses in Kashmir

Every morning fear licks the walls wailing every day and night

The land has drunk the blood to the brim now here in Kashmir

Visit me in winters, my best time of summer has turned worst 

As it is at the brink of war every year since rebels rose in Kashmir

We wander like the beggars with our own houses devastated

Please visit in summer and click my painstaking story in Kashmir

Our houses are made jails with every lane tossing the bullets

Every road lurking alone, just waiting for the vehicles in Kashmir

Mother’s whose delicate lap is unfilled waft with the mad people

Come and listen how many have turned mad till now in Kashmir

How children are brought up with sounds of bullets, gun in their 

Posture and rebel in their body come and learn this in Kashmir