The Poem: Kashmir

The old man in the graveyard, one who buries the dead. His frail hands trembling, as he counts the dead.

He looks up in the sky as he leans against the tree,whispers,"I hope they find a grave, when they come to bury me":when last did I cry.

( Ayat )

I see my diary full of blood whilst writing my ordeal.

The blood of my brethren I see, is the answer to your curiosity: when last did I cry.

( Khan Ansur )

They are on the roads fighting for their nation and for us they are ready to die.

The fearlessness in their eyes, the anger for the oppressors ; at times scares me, when last did I cry?

( Yasir Zahoor Rather )

The Kashmir I was raised in, has been raised down to ground: prejudice has blinded my town.

In my home I need to prove to strangers, my identity:When last did I cry.

( Sama )

O' My Kashmir,you were called paradise on earth,devils turned you into the hell.

The blood in my eyes screaming for justice,resist the cruel policy: when last did I cry.

( Farhana Fayaz )

In the moment when I'm free, There still will be pain,

of every mother's cry and every death we thought was vain, and remember the austerity: When last did I cry.

( Owais Mir )

That peace, those garden and that spiritual land of mine.

Oh God bring my Kashmir back from this killing spree: When last did I cry.

( Rasikh )

Is boa'be(Mother) still looking for me? Drawing her cracked finger tips across my disappearing portrait?

Insha, ages ago, the earth carved into my eyes. Are we free? When last did I cry?

( Umar Lateef Misgar )

Rivers of blood adorn our plains; butchered bodies, unmarked graves, within these mountains.

On the banks of Jehlum, an old man sobs as young die free: When last did I cry.

( Dawood Yousuf )

Tears roll;when this boy with pelleted eyeballs and blood smeared face.

Bandaged eyes but heart in place: Stands up and shouts Azaadi; when last did I cry.

( Rouf Dar )