I Am A Kashmiri, I Too Am A Human Being

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