Kashmir is bleeding,
Kashmiris are bleeding,
Bodies are bleeding,
Hearts are bleeding,
blood dipping from veins,
blood dipping from arteries,
some people are celebrating,
blood parties,
soil is red, rivers are red,
kashmiris are knot with blood thread,
every color is replaced with red,
every soul is forced dead,
sometimes you see headless, bodies,
sometimes you see bodies, headless,
people of Kashmir are peace less, restless,
Bullets and shells is the game of forces,
youths are taught, jail courses,
Eyes are blinded, legs are broken,
mothers are left, unspoken,
Kashmir is receiving rain of tears,
the world enjoys, no one cares,
Kashmir is a story of children less parent, parent less children,
unknown graves, land of martyr's,
half widows and full widows,
disappearances and PSA's,
custodial killings and killing at doors,
Kashmiri's are kept under wicked veil,
so that their pains, no one feel,
The stream of blood is kept flowing,
Kashmiri's are forced to keep roaring,
when will this blood shedding come to an end, o! world?
when will we live fearless, and bold?
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Mesmerising Truth