Chapter 1 : Kashmir

Summary: Kashmir, the once paradise on earth is witnessing one of the darkest years in the history of its suffering. As the sun sets and we collect what remains of the day, some more names are added to the list of people who died and thousand others who have suffered.


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The Poem: Kashmir



I find no sleep until my dreams turn slumberous.

Live to dream or dream to live, what alibi for Azaadi: When last did I cry.

( Amir Bhat )


Do you remember the snow blessed December?

The icicles hanging from roof, the fire in Kangri? When last did I cry ?

( Sameer Mir )


Waiting feels so much like rain; sometimes it brings you hope,sometimes unending pain.

How far is heaven my friend, When arrives the help heavenly? When last did I cry.

( Ayat )


Hole in the heart,sadness,imprecise feelings; my heart carries a sea.

Whenever one of them says the last goodbye, my soul cries bitterly: When last did I cry?

( Nishat Shaikh Qadriyyah )


We only condemn the oppresion, the tyranny.

Yet we should be tried , and you hold us guilty: When last did I cry.

( Samit Jeelani Dedmari )


As a phoenix rises from ashes , the blossom of Cashmere will flower again,

Hope and toil are needed , rooting the weeds out. Even if its to cry again, we will cry in unity: When last did I cry.

( Zooni )


He Created the stone. He created the Sling.

He enslaved me. He Will, if He wills to set me free.When last did I cry

( Omar Rafique )


'AZAADI',etched on each wall, the wynd and barricades of kashmir. Little guileless boys holler like thunder.

Withering like a leaf of chinar, mothers sing last berceuse for sons. Yet they ask me,When last did I cry?

( Ambar )


Why does she hold that picture? Perchance to remember the face. The one who was picked up at night,

the one without a trace. She rocks an empty cradle, adjusts the shawl from sides, tears form paisley: When last did I cry.

( Ayat )


The scarlet apple wails to the sky, “Will I fall or will they pluck me, who will see,who will see?“

The crushed saffron sings back a lullaby,“The air will smell of freedom, my friend:you will see,you will see.”When last did I cry?

( Taani Tanvir )






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