The Story Of My Land -Kashmir - Poem by noma shah
Our heaven was full of angels, a land full of peace,
Our heaven had people living, happy families
Here the bullets and guns were unknown
Here, the god's mercy was shown
Fields were free for children to play
No barbed wires were ever in way
Then somthing went wrong
The Angels gone, the demons took on.
In the age of lullabies all heard are cries
The guns shooting innocent and watch as there blood dries
By a trigger click, life and death, they decide
Kill the ones Who stand up, who defy
The events happening here tear the souls
Mothers cry for their dead 10 year olds
The lives of people have been cursed
Killings, protests, Cerfews Imposed
Families are burned, houses set ablaze
This place has seen the darkest of days.
Fathers killed, sisters Being raped.
Wives widowed, youth being duck taped.
Maybe our luck or our destiny
Maybe our choice or some prophecy
This land will again be free someday
Children will laugh, will run and play
Our prayers will be answered by our lord
The guilty will be punished for their faults
We only want peace and no war
Is that too much we ask for?
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