BLEEDING KASHMIR
IN THE DALE OF BUTTERFLIES
EVERYWHERE THERE ARE CRIES
SOBBING OUT THE WHOLE STORY SADLY
MAKING YOU IMAGINE QUIETLY
IMAGINE IF YOU WERE AT THEIR PLACE
FIRES, GUNS AND SHELLS YOU HAVE TO FACE
IMAGINE YOURSELF SITTING IN YOUR GAZEBO
WHAT YOU SEE ONLY IS THE INDIAN GESTAPO
IMAGINE IF YOU GO OUTSIDE TO BUY SOMETHING AT NIGHT
AND FALL PREY TO THE BULLET OF THE SOLDIERS WHO ARE IN THEIR GARGANTUAN APPETITE
THEN ON THE ROAD YOUR DEAD BODY LIES
FOR YOU YOUR MOTHER MADLY CRIES
YOUR CHILDREN WEEP
SEEING YOUR DEAD BODY IN THE JEEP
WHO WILL FEED THEM NOW
WHO WILL LOVE THEM NOW
WHAT CAN THEY DO AT ALL
STILL STANDING AGAINST THEIR ENEMY AS A WALL
THESE UNARMED INNOCENTS HAVE TO SURVIVE
INJURED THEY ARE BUT THEIR SPIRITS ARE ALIVE
NOTHING IS IN THEIR HAND
BUT THEY WILL NEVER LEAVE THEIR LAND
THEY WILL NEVER GO EVEN THEY KNOW
EVERYWHERE IN THEIR LAND IS THEIR FOE
SISTERS LOST THEIR BROTHERS
AND MANY DAUGHTERS LOST THEIR FATHERS
THEY CAN DO NOTHING OF THEIR FREE WILL
BUT THEY ARE NOT QUIET AND STILL
THOUGH THEY ARE MADE HOMELESS
BUT THEY CAN NOT BE MADE HOPELESS
THEY ARE BOLD AND BRAVE
LIKE A GIGANTIC OCEAN WAVE
THEY HAVE LOST THEIR EYES
BUT THEY STILL HAVE DREAMS FULL OF BUTTERFLIES
MANY HAVE EMBRACED MARTYRDOM
TO MAKE TRUE THEIR DREAM OF FREEDOM
THE LAND IS THEIRS
BUT NO ONE IN THE WORLD CARES
ALL WHAT IS HAPPENING THERE IS NOT FAIR
BUT TO FEEL THEIR PAIN HUMANS ARE RARE
TEARS ROLL DOWN THEIR CHEEKS
BUT THEY HOPE SEEING SPARROWS JOINING THEIR BEAKS
THEY KNOW WHAT THEY WANT THEY WILL GAIN
BUT AFTER HAVING SOME PAIN
THEY ARE THE REAL GOLIATHS AND GO-GETTERS
IT’S CLEAR FROM THEIR ACT IN ALL THE MATTERS
THEY BELIEVE EVERY KASHMIRI WILL WEAR NEW SUIT
ON THE DAY THEIR BLOODY STRUGGLE WILL BEAR FRUIT
About the author: Asma Nasir is a 19 years old girl from Lahore, Pakistan.
