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Kashmir: The Paradise Lost – A Poem

Spilled blood, tortured souls engulfing hopelessness; mothers wailing, Kashmiri sisters crying, deprived childhood Welcome to Kashmir!   once celebrated as the paradise Kashmir lost everything to an all-consuming hellfire chanting slogans and longing for the envisioned future we have been shamed, blamed, profaned again and again women raped, molested, humiliated their dignities turned into dust yet the world sleeps we...

To My Mother – Asiya Andrabi’s Son Writes A Poem For Her

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Contentment Mother, your heart is so beautiful, so restful and solacing! A kiss on the forehead strengthens me to go through all that I'm facing. Your words so encouraging, and your presence so enthralling! You hold me while I'm falling apart, and bield me while I'm failing! He laid...

Circles – A Poem Depicting 2016 In Kashmir | Pervaiz Ali

Casualty takes birth in Kashmir by simplest means, Our people sailing obliviously through a dark hell. Daily torture is practiced in dark secret corners, One can imagine innocents in a dark despotic hell. Generations gone by, as desires of freedom is bred, A resistance movement to question occupation takes...

Do Not Forget Yasmeena – A Poem

I thought I lost my brother But it was my mother that lost her daughter. Tell me; Where had I gone wrong? Is it because I ran along To save Moin and take him to mom and bring him back home? Is it because I acted like a sister fighting with the...

Wish My Home Was Paneless – काश मेरे घर में खिड़कियाँ ना होतीं – A Poem

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Everyone needs to read this Hindi poem about Kashmir titled 'Kash Mere Ghar Mein Khirkiyan Na Hoti ' puts one's feelings to words as to how one wishes to rather live a life of isolation than to witness the genocide happening in Kashmir. काश मेरे घर...

Enslaved – A Poem About Kashmir

No doubt, we’ve been enslaved for so long and long. But one day, towards freedom we’ll jubilantly throng! Let me tell you a tale, a story filled with reality. Kashmir, destroyed by tyrants and their cruelty. Where women are assaulted and children aren’t spared. The rulers are the murderers...

You Stubborn Summer

The unhealthy summer is back onto the fate of my land The fallible heat of it has fiendish firmness;that of incarcerating me in repugnance But the enemy of it is hovering around in romantic hostility This rubble of hope shaves off a sneaking pain ;pain that is...

Ceaseless Darkness – A Poem For Pellet Victims Of Kashmir

 Poem for Pellet Victims of Kashmir Their world feels deadly dark and entirely empty. With sight of hundreds being snatched, we have another byspel of brutality. They can't see a thing and till yesterday they did. The despots roam carefree, after all the oppression, they never even hid. Their...

Kashmir Turned Into Karbala Tonight

On the staircase of Kashmir’s night, ghosts of death dance in celebration. Skies remain frozen up to the last horizon, corpses lay scattered across the mirror of Dal. The song of David breaks into snowflakes, dissolving in earth like a muffled elegy. Clocks march through sopur and...

The Glory Of Martyrs – A Poem

Here is a tribute to the heroes who sacrifice their today for the betterment of our tomorrow. Bare Chests and open eyes against formidable power Out under the dark sky, the pensive mood has lifted everyone The solitude and melancholy are togetherly shared The loss is unitedly grieved The...

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My name is Nasir Shafi; my mother calls me Moomin; I am 11 years old. One evening, I was leaving our local masjid towards...
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