I am a Kashmiri, I, too, am a human being,
Day and night I hear the shrieks of mothers,
Moaning and mourning over their slain children,
Shouldering the coffins of near and dear,
Wailing and singing elegies as did Zainab,
When, going alone, through the battlefield of Karballa,
I hear the chinars cry when the sad winds blow,
Touching their paled leaves and boughs,
All things in the geography of my valley wail and weep,
Wherever I go, I hear the noise of soldiers,
Firing and beating to pulp young and old,
Razing to ground with mortar guns the temples and houses,
All day, all night, I see them parading,
Through the winding alleys of my downtown,
Unleashing havoc: killing, maiming,
plucking out the eyes and painting the roads red,
They leave behind horrible scenes and stories,
When they leave for their barracks,
After calling off their catch and kill operation,
I cry out loud to world-lords for help and intervention,
But! nobody cares to listen my woeful cries,
They have their business interests more dear to them,
Why should they look at me to deliver me from pain?
Mykoul
I am Dutch based upon Indonesian-Chinese Origin, I wanna say here that Ir. JOKOWI, present honoured President from Indonesia has an Islamic belief, but he calls himself as INDONESIAN (at least 3000 kinds of Islands up there, but every Indonesian citizen is called since he has become President his teachings are based as I AM INDONESIAN and not I am Javanese, Sundanese or the else. As a citizen we must keep UNITY.
What surprised me the most is The Title of your poem. My grandparents said they were Chinese, and my parents told me that we are Indonesians from Chinese Refugees, but we lived for centuries in Indonesia being BORN there. All inhabitants have the BHINNEKA TUNGGAL IKA as their life jacket, that means All Religions, pillars and race are ONE for All Indonesians, they respect and love each other as respected persons.
contd... sometimes for the mischief of some many may have to suffer for a while, but patience is the key. Let me congratulate the poet for a lovely poem, and a POD selection.
2) " nobody cares to listen my woeful cries, ". Nobody cares. Everyone looks for his/her short term gains. And this violence, this continued war against humanity is their "BUSINESS ", as you termed it dear poet.
A very painful writing. While we read this poem and type these words, the violence continues. Whoever kills and whoever is killed, his /her name is ‘son' /‘daughter', as famous Malayalam Poet Sugathakumari wrote. And everyone who has lost his /her life, has left a bereaved family.
Congratulations on your poem being chosen as Member Poem of the Day. I'd like to call your attention to one spelling error. In the twelfth line, the word " raising" should be changed to " razing."
I cry out loud to world-lords for help and intervention, But! nobody cares to listen my woeful cries, ...// heart touching writing; beautiful world appealed expression
The sad state of man. The poor is pounded with deadly blows day and night. Nice Poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(3) You expect everyone 'to deliver me from pain? '. Let me take up another statement.... 'But! nobody cares to listen my woeful cries'..The Kashmiri Pundits, who were forced to flee from their native land years ago, share the same feelings. Create conditions for their peaceful return to their homes in Kashmir. Unless you do it, you can't possibly attain lasting peace. Thanks.
Great comments indeed, Rajnishji