Nestless birds,
Crying for their lost nest,
The harsh winds,
Blowing from the south,
Carrying away,
The withered leaves,
Tall leaders,
With their children,
Sitting alone,
In dungeons,
With dragons,
Like criminals,
Separated and cut off,
From their people,
Planted outside,
In burial grounds,
The map of Kashmir,
Torn in shreds
Mykoul
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