This is an old poem that I had written long back.
No one can take away from me My identity, For it is mine. Kashmiri am I. I am the river that flows …Through my land. I am the mountain Noble and magnificent
Rising up out of chaos and destruction. I greet the morning sun
That shines down on my fertile valleys
I am the red rose and yellow tulips
That grow upon my bloodstained hills
I am the battle cry of freedom
That echoes through my corridors
And every fiber of my being.
Kashmiri am I.
I am the proud owner of apple orchards and cherry blossoms
and honey bees,wild and free.
I am the David child wielding a single stone
Against the Indian Goliath.
I am not afraid,
For truth is with me and God is on my side.
My brethren are the bulbuls,hoopoes and kingfishers
That fly unhindered above my rivers
I am a Kashmiri,Therefore, I am.
No one can take my identity Away from me,
Not tanks or guns or bombs
Meant to desecrate me and kill me,
My country lives in me.
I am the cry of liberty,
No matter what they take from me,
They can’t take away my identity Or my dignity.
Kashmiri Am I.