Treasure Island

Perveiz Ali

((08-02-1988 / Srinagar, j&k)

Kashmir


Oh yes! I love the land people call paradise on earth,
Full with nature's bounty, my sweet land of birth.

So beautiful and lush, to protect it is my duty,
Ready to shed ink or blood, to preserve it's beauty.

Salute to her sons whose heroism goes unsung,
As they toil to silence cruel and brutal colonial guns.

Rape, abduction, torture and custodial killings are routine,
Crimes committed and unpunished soil beauty so pristine.

Tears and blood flow often in this lush greenery,
Foreign guns shriek their terrible cry so fiery.

My brothers and sisters, victims of callous indifference,
We the people must stand and demand independence!

13/05/2014

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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