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



A valley that was known as paradise- full of saints, and people were free

Is lost in the mist, now we got blood filled sea.When last did i cry

( Nadeem Khan )


Let the silent world know who are we. We are brave and our heart is free.

Like the mountain and the tide of sea: When last did I cry?

( Bhat Sajad )


I fear for the mothers and the babies, the pain and the guilt,

The homes swelled up with shame and plea, when did I last cry.

( Abishake Koul )


Born in the listless years of the half-widow's wait, we have watched our mother's aching eyes run dry:

While the earth revolved in stony silence - so we turned its stones to language: Kill me or free me! When last did I cry?

( Zainab Tayyaba )


Let peace once more reign supreme

and grant each person's cherished dream. Where to dream is free: when last did I cry.

( Marie Shine )


My lakes bloodied and valleys withered, and eyes so dry.

Long have I waited for my disappeared ones, now nowhere to see, when last did I cry.

( Muzaffar Hussain )


Dwellers of vale, holding their collective breath , many wondering, as they have in the past

deeply traumatized, fearful of their own recent past, not defeated certainly, when last did I cry.

( Insha Kanue )


Let me watch you strip piece by piece as I flee from every stick you throw,

I will let you surrender for my scars on my soul for what is coming is conformity. When last did I cry?

( Sugra Shaheen )


Beautiful were their eyes not the world;for those who lost thier precious sight.

Can the oppressor return world to them, their mother's mournful eyes for them to see: when last did I cry.

( Nishat Shaikh Qadriyyah )


My body shivers because of a thought. Dear God, tell me if he is alive or not,

Since my lover hasn't come home, At banks of Jhelum, lonely heart and soul roam, roam so lonely: when last did I cry.

( Aditi Sharma )






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