Mother Kashmir Poem by Mohammad Younus

Mother Kashmir

My land, Mojkashëër, has fallen undead,
Only the howling wolves and wailing mothers scream,
The sighs of bereaved people and sound of guns roar,
The birds moan over the loss of their garden,
The dogs prowl smelling human blood,
I scratch my fingers on my grey beard,
And sorrowfully attempt to brood,
How the calamity befell my beauteous land?
My land! In the days of your glorious past,
A snowy halo circled round your face,
You were adored as a paradise on the earth,
Where is that glory, where is that veneration, now?
Round your neck is tied the collar of slavery,
Grovelling you're in the spilled blood of your children,
Around your head hangs a frightening wreath,
The cut-off heads of your children slain,
Whispering in no words, with eyes rolled up,
The sad story of your gruesome miseries,
My fallen land! let me dive into the depths of your chronicles,
And bring from out the ages gone by,
A few fragments of your valour and resistance,
Which our genes pass from generation to generation,
So we surf through the turbulent ocean,
Let the guerdon of our resistance be,
That one day our land shall be free

Mykoul