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Wish I were a barbed wire, Waiting to be cut open And be trampled upon, rolled and shelved. Never to be used again. Wish I were a lock Waiting to be broken, not opened. Broken to render me unusable forever. The lock that cuffs innocents and imprisons the oppressed. Wish I...

I Will Survive

You may curb my voice against your tyrant crown And beat me blue or blood brown You may strike my body down And tear it into shreds & yet not frown I ‘ve survived many such strokes by cruel crown I will survive ..I’ve survived…I always will survive. Whatever...

Sing Me Freedom, Sing Me Cries

sing me blood, sing me life sing me a story, sing a prise sing me revolution, sing me fear sing me martyrdom, sing me tears sing me bullets, sing me cries sing me lullaby, sing me souls sing me truth, sing a corps sing me hope,...

Until The Last One Is Down

No, I am not blind, I can see you, tear apart the scarf, from her head, the bangles broken, laying on the floor, I can see your hands, reaching her ripe bosom, the lust in your eyes is visible to me. I can see the smile...

Everyone Is Dead

The news broke and The world was no longer a host. The night began to beam And the morning Shrouded in veil With every drop of blood. The Jehlum turned crimson As I could speak of valor The trees began To rumble Remains of A blazen Chinar, Torn motherland! Everyone is dead, Waleed There is none to wail Or...

Jamia Masjid – Why Are You Shackled?

I dreamt last night; there was some hoot, On your minarets, the skies were frowning. They were clad with black clouds of the hour. And some black birds over them were hovering. Their rustle of feathers was wailing; Lamenting our cowardice or helplessness, may be. It woke me up early...

A Poem On An Afternoon Which Made No Sense

1. The Crimson scratch across the sky is oozing Red milk; bitter and hot. Is that how God bleeds?! Or weeps?! Or is it just what it is- An indifferent sky above us Feeding red mana To the ungrateful hungry... 2. You cannot burn the darkness, That has crept into your blind eyes, By all...

I Am Not Blind

On my right, I see a man With long moustaches Standing in jackboots Firm on the ground, lose on self. I see him in the eyes, then I see in his hands An Automatic Kalashnikov Ready to break loose. I see the same men All around me. A seven million. On my right....

Wails From The Vale – Kashmir

I cry I wail I mourn, Rain soaked Embracing an hour-long pseudo worldly charm. Forgotten are my vows, To be steadfast like my ancestors! Yet again, I cry I wail I mourn, Blood letting in this ill-fated land, Reminded by innocent tulip buds, What yesterday was and what today is! I cry I...

Kashmir Will Rise Again

From the defrosting flake of my Snow; From the rusted strand of my Saffron; From the abscised leaves of my Chinar; From the drips of ale of my Jhelum; I will rise; I will rise Wailing for my martyred son, From the cry of a...

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