The Poem: Kashmir

In the deep sunken eyes of the face behind the veil,

a mother waiting for her buried son to reveal. Unwrap the mystery: when last did I cry.

( Shoaib Masoodi )

Distorted faces, broken limbs, bleeding hearts, burning souls.

Drenched in atrocities, here I am with a yearning to be free: When last did I cry ?

( Ahmad Waseem )

Sometimes I wonder why we sacrificed everything for just one thing?

Then my heart reminds me of innocents dying and mothers crying. When will we put an end to this misery? When last did I cry?

( Majid Maqbool )

Through the window panes stained in red, I look at the scene of mountains, rivers and flower beds.

Oh, how I pray fresh and fragrant again it would be: when last did I cry.

( Anjum Taban )

I watched him in the cradle, I watched him playing in the streets.

Never thought he will be lying in the pool of blood, for his Mother to see: when last did I cry.

( Fatima Naqvi )

Bleeding eyes, endless pain, restless souls: screaming out for justice. Lets have faith in our hearts,

this too shall pass one day, Indeed a test from Almighty: when last did I cry.

( Umaiz Nabi )

Let’s take back what we deserve, its no sin to be free.

The devil is on the loose again, let’s fight for you and me. When last did I cry?

( DAQ Owaisi )

Even the waters of our very own Jehlum once became our enemy,

betokening the need to repent and to turn to Almighty: when last did I cry.

( Faiza Wani )

Our streets have turned red, they are no longer concrete.

They also cry with us, that is why they are lonely: when last did I cry.

( Naseer Aafaq )

Blinded eyes, choked voices ,bruised bodies and countless tears:

For us this Eid, a gift from democracy: when last did I cry?

( Ariha Hamdani )