The Poem: Kashmir

He,for sure,will recompense our struggle,let not the faith die in me.

I will rise again to witness my homeland lit up like a christmas tree,when last did I cry.

( Faiza Wani )

With my Henna colored hands, I wipe out the drops of blood from his forehead.

Looking at my martyred groom, I wonder, lost in a reverie: When last did I cry?

( Seema Bhat )

As God came down from His throne in the last part of the night,

She looked up in the sky, eyes wet with pain: and on her lips a silent plea. When last did I cry?

( Faraz )

I see the helplessness of my people; I see the color of rivers changing.

A beautiful young bride on the bank of Jehlum, washing the henna off her hands. With bruised lips She asks me,"When last did I cry?"

( Insha Gulzar )

I don't feel you anymore, pellets over pellets.

I am numb to your pain and don't remember in all honesty, When last did I cry.

( Irshad Ahmad Bhat )

When the wailings are hushed, meet me there, by the banks of Jehlum.

From behind the bridal veils, my cold corpse beckons me: When last did I cry.

( Seema Bhat )

I see the doctor standing over me wondering if I can make it.

I can't breathe, this air is killing me: when last did I cry.

( Nasir )

In the valley of marytrs, she writes the horror she sees.

The tears that turn into blood, the yearning to be free: when last did I cry.

( Rabiya Rasheed )

This is the city of broken promises, shattered dreams, unspoken truth.

Not the one where you want to be. Yet I love it, its home to me: when last did I cry.

( Waseem Ahad )

We will endure any pain, any misery that you know.

We shall take it with a smile, if it will set us free: when did I cry.

( Nasir )