Sigris were cold in pundit hamlets,
People here were fuels to jihadi guns,
Wailing widows crying for slaughtered kins.
Terrified returning homeward their tired way,
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My India,
Born in her soil,
Played in her lap,
Sleeps loftiest and oldest
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What do the Kashmir Muslims want from the country?
We witness the abundant coffins of our Hindu brethrens
and valiant soldiers. But nation is cold to the departed souls.
Their records are kept in decorated museums.
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Quota Oh quota,
Worst than pota,
Racism strengthened and legalized,
Apartheid glorified and constitutionalized.
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Happy, happy New Year,
A year without fear and tear,
A year with all the wealth,
A year with best of health,
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We do not want blood bath and war,
We are faithful to love, peace and care.
By no means use the tools of death,
Nor farms plough the crop of wrath.
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He tills his dry but dear fields,
To earn his bread, butter and corn,
In a mystic love with his precious yields,
Always happy, never worn and torn.
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Poor lass always remain unsafe and insecure,
Better safe, than sorry…for life.
You have to live alone, walk alone;
Be tough to put the boot out the worst.
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O my dear sweet heart,
As we walk, hand in hand,
In a moonlit night,
Millions of stars smiling as witness delight,
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The moon is quiet tonight,
Frosty, heavily, slides the winter evening,
Wind is biting and cold.
Through a long passage, on the highway;
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