O kashmir, home of mine
Valley of Gods and land divine!!
What is tearing you apart ?
What rends thy sacred heart?
The lovely fabric that you wore
The jamas and shawls galore,
Woven by those of the land-
Then there was no foreign hand.
People lived in total peace
Holidaymakers came from Greece
Gulmarg was the paradise,
Heaven looking down through its eyes.
Shikaras were a fatal attraction
That was my only reactions;
I never wanted to leave the lake
Not for heaven ,nor for its sake .
Snow-clad mountains and their peaks
Kashmiri is what the local speaks,
No hindu, Muslim and any other
No pandita, mullahs-only bothers.
How can things take such ugly shape -
Mindless looting ,plunder and rape ?
In the Firfaus of the East,
What has turned Man to Beast ?
In religion meant for this -
Hatred, intolerance and no bliss ?
The fair name of the fairest land
Tainted now - and by whose hand ?
The villains were those who spit the nation
And walked away , leaving conflagration,
Their global empire reduced to a pretty state
Having practised the politics of creating hates
Let us ride above those machinations
Of powers limited by their own limitations.
Let not the leaders of today
Through artful design lose their way.
If history does itself repeat
Then let it show pre-'47:
It's not beyond human feat
Let us get back out Heaven !!!!
By Ashok Sawhny
2 comments:
I felt the pain and agony in your words as something that is your has been cruelly taken away from you. I felt myself once again standing in pile of boulders that were falling all around me and my hands and feet getting bloody red still I don't have option except to watch myself in hoping for mercy from the merciless stones not to bruise me any more. Wish your dream of peace and growth come true.
liked it...good one ..
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