Kashmir

This is the translated version of a Kashmiri Poem written by Yasir Altaf Zargar.

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Photo Credits: Hindustan Times

Hounded from dusk till dawn,
Ruining the heaven, even while they scram;

Young buds witnessing such tyranny,
Spiraled to revolutionize;

Daring the enemy, heralding his banishing,
Father picked the gun and the mother stone;

Young buds by years of torment,
Begot hopeless by the salvo of pellets;

Pellets and bullets now become a regimen,
Swelling the legions of the martyred;

Our graveyards falling short of land,
As the number of fallen is swelling;

Mothers bearing enough of anticipation,
Groomed up their sons as revolutionaries ;

These marching acolytes of emancipation,
Become an epitome of the revolution;

Hounded from dusk till dawn
Ruining the heaven, even while they scram;

©Banday Aaqib

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