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Forgotten Kashmir

Forgotten Kashmir
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Sometimes tears have to drop

But too many tears turn into blood


Oh Kashmir my beloved land

Your earth has turned into red-colored sand


In it you have buried so many boys

Innocent, young still playing with toys


But their little hearts have turned into men.


So fast before they had a chance to begin

A life like other men with family and kin


Born into their own land they face persecution

And live their lives full of confusion


Oh little boy playing with sand

Shot dead from snipers in your own land


Mother’s tears fall like razor sharp

Penetrating down deep with permanent scars


Oh world wake up our mother screams

Another atrocity with holocaust fears


Peace has been written in Rainbow colors

And doves are praying for all the mothers.

*Poet  is a student of  Political Science and Pursuing Convergent Journalism. He can be reached at

Disclaimer: Views expressed are exclusively personal and do not necessarily reflect the position of Oracle Opinions.


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