Kashmir…I love you!
I remembered you
Tears couldn’t help holding
But pour out the pain
That i have been living with all my life
Words have failed me once again…
I don’t even know how am I supposed to feel?
Should I be sad?
For the land where 60 years ago my dad was born
Is now in the hands of Indians?
Should I be angry?
For some people are celebrating one of history’s biggest crime
Of invading a land of other people
and claiming it their own?
Should I be hopeful?
That even after 64 years
Kashmiris are still standing,fighting
and never loosing faith in their freedom..
Even if they live in the other parts of the world
When asked “Where from are You?
They say “We are From Kashmir,
Should I be a Heartbroken?
Even after 60 years
The land is still occupied and brutalised with a million soldiers
Holding guns at my sisters,mothers and my people?
Should i be a Pessimist?
That India’s occupation is
being called “legitimate” and “Integral Part?”
and that the leaders of the world are congratulating it for its independence and its riches
Should I lose hope
that all the Muslims
and the sane have done nothing
to aid their brothers and sisters?
Should I be sorry?
For all the million obvious reasons
for living my life normally
as always forgetting and moving on?
Should I be ashamed?
Because not only the land is not free
but us here and there?
Scattered some in exile and some in fear
Should I be patient?
For the longing
Of those I see around me
Longing to meet by the gates of Jhelum
Longing to be together in a Free Kashmir…
I don’t know which of these feelings should prevail
but I can’t help but say I love you…
I love you Land of the Saints and the resilient.