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
Listen,
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.