Tomorrow, It May be Your Family’s Star

By Shuja Ashraf

Nayeem Qadir
Nayeem Qadir

We come from the land of rich heritage and culture,

The land of lakes, mountains and the endless flower,

In the land where red is the colour;

A space was left behind by the history of time, they invaded the land – it was the darkest hour,

Now the sky is covered by the army of the deadly vulture,

In the land where red is the colour;

They carry guns and are paid to spread the terror,

They kill one, they kill two, they kill us after every hour,

In the land where red is the colour;

Stones versus bullets – can you even call it a war?

A young life has been buried down – somewhere now very far,

In the land where red is the colour;

The land of Pashmina, the land of Chinar,

They are burning the lives – like fumes of a cigar,

In the land where red is the colour;

Yesterday it was Nayeem – tomorrow it may be your family’s star,

The place where blood spills more often than the water,

In the land where red is the colour;

For we live in the land where red is the colour,

For we live in the land where red is the colour,

In the land where red is the colour;

The land where red is the colour!

Shuja Ashraf
Shuja Ashraf

(Shuja Ashraf studies at The Business School, University of Kashmir).

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