Chapter 1 : Kashmir

Summary: Kashmir, the once paradise on earth is witnessing one of the darkest years in the history of its suffering. As the sun sets and we collect what remains of the day, some more names are added to the list of people who died and thousand others who have suffered.


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The Poem: Kashmir



Wrapped my friend in a shroud, buried him in the same play ground, where once we played.

My blind eyes now have no desire to see.God, you can keep my light but give my tears back to me: when last did I cry.

( Aamir Wani )


There are stars lodged in a child's body, the night is a wound that festers

memory is a teargassed witness the day will not set free: when last did I cry?

( Shivangi Sharma )


Fetching life from the air full of smoke , Under the broken shade of tyrant sun.

I will remember all of you, no matter how many. When last did I cry.

( Syed Zumair Nadim )


Deep inside our hearts, we remember the sacrifice.

We shall never forget, those lives were not for free:when last did I cry?

( Mir Aubid )


Deafening sounds and anguished eyes. A frail crumble of dust, with gunfire in the skies:another child dies, I can't see.

With the last bewildered parting kiss, his grave flooded by light shall be. When last did I cry?

( Sibghat )


The bodies painted in red and the eyes filled with steel: How does that make you feel ?

When they look in the mirror, do they feel guilty ? When last did I cry.

( Tanzeel )


Resist, send fire, to the ends of the empire, you wont but we will be, I testify.

We exist, we live, neither forget nor forgive. This nation shall be free: when last did I cry.

( Qazi Zaid )


While I sang the songs of light, they pushed me into dark.

Is sky still blue in color? Tell me for they blinded me,when last did I cry?

( Maroof Tasleem )


We're supressed to keep quiet, depressed not to fight, We'll yet describe our pain, fight for our rights.

We will rise through oppression, divine even if it be: when last did I cry.

( Mantazir Lone )


Sitting under the red Chinar I look at her. Jhelum carrying the ashes of my long gone brothers,

I have no memory of my mother's paradise, for burned gardens was all I got to see. When last did I cry!

( Nawal )






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