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    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.

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