My Kashmir - Zarafat Nawaz Khan
Days have been passing
It would be the same as it's been
Every being disbursing hours
Blind eyes, deaf ears as it seem
Stained paths with red aqua
My Kashmir is being painted
No hues are other than red
Peoples' blood as color is applied
Whose guilt is to be assumed?
Who penalizes the birds crossing the frontiers?
Sky is not owned by anyone.
Who owns the sky, save flyers?
Revive everyone and open the ears
Domicile belongs to its dominators
We are the native of Kashmir
It was, it is and will be ours
About the Poet: Zarafat Nawaz Khan is a student of B.A-I at GDC Poonch.