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 could hear mountains echoing "Azadi", Chinar shedding its leaves to sound of a gunshot.

helum had turned into crimson, this summer is different I wailed ,answer me, "When last did I cry?"

( Andleeb Nasrullah Mir )


See the light of the day in the desolations and tenebrosity my son.

To bring back light of freedom to the roads of blood. Stay forever, stay permanently: when last did I cry

( Hashim Bashir )


Break free all the chains and reside in peace; bring back the beackon of hope

to this land that lost, all its hope and those mornings of prosperity: when last did I cry.

( Hashim Bashir )


Tell my nation about my death and don't hide it or conceal.

Don't color truth with lies, tell them with all honesty: when last did I cry.

( Azhar Imtiyaz )


Every knock at the door fills my heart with hope, I wish its you.

On these curfewed roads I have stopped living a life of a lie, it has been lonely: when last did I cry.

( Mohammad Hashim )


The curtain of night falls, the sound of bullets roar, someone is wailing some lanes away.

To whom do I speak, to whom do I say: I speak to myself as I listen to me: when last did I cry.

( Hashuz )


here schools are turned into garrisons, mothers mourn the killings of their sons

Culprits hide under the shade of gun, a nation caged and world abandons, world too blind to see: When last did I cry.

( Sajjad Sofi )


I have no tears left, no eyes to see, no heart to feel, no courage to ask, Why?

I trembled as I cried, unfolding was the reign of tyranny: when last did I cry.

( Afaan Bilal )


Even if it has been a state of war for so long,

I find peace in this tempest, it makes me feely homely: when last did I cry.

( Khanday )


Blinded eyes, spilled blood, countless graves, dreams lost and lives shattered.

The only thing we have now, is the hope and the desire to be free: when last did I cry.

( Arshid Mushtaq )






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