BY : SHAH NADIYA.
Phantasma is it nw 4 u and 4 me bt still me is living and u surviving. I am a rebel in ma own valley . Threatnd n tortured am I. Stagnant and un noticed pools of blood evry where , askng 4rm us smthng . But Alas ! No solid answer to the queries. Painful tales and woes rent the air . Every home has a painful tale to tell. Alas! My Kashmir is a burning land wantng its flame to subside . On paper kashmiri is liberal , in reality i am in chains. I am afraid to move freely , my evry step is investigatd . Is it ma land? Am I its native?
Oh! My land has been desertd , the innocent smiles are missing , childhood is lost smvr , pain supplanting peace, the exotic n enchant beauty is bleak . . . I am living but lost , lost in the worries , in the despisng attitude towards me . . Alas! I could nt find ma identity but yeah I am a Kashmiri. .
My heart cries out , speaks out and rents the air with . . .
" Maeray chaman ki kaliyaan roati hain khoun k aansoun ,
za'alim ny roand da'ala louta shehar sunehra.
Madham padhi hai lehrain , pheeki padhi nigahain ,
har soo hai gilay shkway rahain hain khaali khaali.
Har aahat hai eik khouf , har nigah hai yeh keh rahi ,
bae bas kat rahay hain baesahara roa rahay hain .
Kya hoa raha hai shehar main kiun mar rahay hain hum ,
kiun mazloum hain hm , kiun laachaar hain hm.
Kya ghazab ho raha hai hm pai , kiun koi na pehchaany ,
Ya Allah yaeh kaisi ghadi hai , yaeh kaisa hai mausam":(
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