The people who bestowed honour upon that Sheikh,
Are more deserving of disdain than he,
What was that Sheikh worth whom they adored like a god?
He was crude, coarse, unbred and uncouth,
A moron whom they raised too high,
They crawled before him and he grew in arrogance,
They extolled him and glorified his false image,
Untill he filled this poor nation with treason and treachery,
They gave him of their honour and blind submission,
That made him a tyrant over them, and worse,
The leader misleads only when he has no fear...
...of the mesmerised people revolting,
Some denounce that Sheikh, But I, the silly people;
Had they defied him or corrected him...
...worse would not be our lot,
Every nation creates its own heroes and traitors,
We created a traitor in the disguise of a hero,
Be he not called '' Sheir e Kashmir'',
Leave it to prosterity to give him a proper name.
Mykoul
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