By Syed Bisma Anjum
My Kashmir is bleeding
O blood suckers
Your cruelty is preceding
In all the tacks
I am to raise the hue and cry
You shot my brother
Is there a reason?
Naught, but is a Kashmiri
Who never got a season
For ripping his hue and cry
I long to see my father
Whom you beated up to death
You kept him behind the bars
Waiting for his last breath
Sealing his mouth of hue and cry
What to say of my mother and sister
It plays havoc with me
You have hauled her to disrobe
Slaughtered and raped is all I see
Lurked tears show my hue and cry
(The author is a Second year student at Women’s College Srinagar)
