By listening the word Kashmir there comes only one image that is is oppression.
under which everything is blazing every blooming but is bleeding.
every dawn business with The innocent voices of hue and cry, instead of prayers.
where every soul is trembling and every heart is shivering by the terror of terrorists.
where the honour and dignity of mothers and sisters are at stake.
where if the people ask for freedom the forces only give them bullets.
where every morning the birds mourn in the memory of martyrs of my motherland.
where every morning starts with a roar of bullets and every evening ends with the blues.
where fake encounters and unknown killings are used for awards and promotions.
where the innocent wailing have turned the whole paradise into the ocean of tears.
©saathiiiii
S