By Younis Kaloo
Many a time I think to leave my motherland
Tread across the world for peace
For those the lines in whose hand
Hide in scars of time’s brutes and bernice
Day in and day out here you see
A wailing family or a family in wait
For their beloveds and once free
But then force took over their fate
Youth, vigour, aspirations and hopes
Misled, crushed, snatched and scattered
Bloodshed deluged plains and slopes
The truth to them never mattered
I shall ask the world to ear our woes
Lend some peace or live with us
You shall know by wearing our shoes
Broken windows, injured eyes and deadly stress
Younis Kaloo is Convergent Journalism student in Central University Kashmir
