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In Kashmir, A Ghazal
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
