Wars, riots and hatred Do they have place among us? But it is a tragedy to live with them Inhaling the smoke spread around us When hearts are burning with hate Then why faces need to pretend peace loving? Why are we dying? Why are we killing? I wonder, are we supposed to call ourselves humans?
If hate is the problem, love is the solution If injustice persists, struggle is the way If tyranny is prevalent, protest is the means If voice is suppressed, art is the language If today it is my land, tomorrow it will be yours Don’t let the silence to haunt your consciousness Rise with the voice of soul Let the words hit the drums of deaf rulers Let the fear of God strike those tyrants Let the streets resonate with the slogans Let the hope of revolution overcome the despair Let you and me unite Let us fight the fire of division Let us stand with the resolve That we will fight to live together
Would we be heard? No, is the answer Humanity is abused everyday Still humans are helpless Among all the abuses from east to west Who will listen to Kashmir? May be, they open the pages of history But, who is there to unfold our emotions? Who will listen to syria? Who will listen to palestine? Who will listen to all war torn lands? Will they remain a place and date on pages And for ages to come Why this war? Why this unrest? Why can’t we humans uphold humanity? Why this inequality? Why this disparity? Why I see blood flowing in my valley? Why I see tears in the eyes of mothers? Why I see half widows, waiting and searching? But, no one answers me Are these the forgotten questions? Or are we in the acceptance for it to be? Where is voice of counciousness? Where is passion for justice? Where is the revolution in us? Where is the revolt against tyranny? Where is the dream of peace? Answer me! If you can’t You have left humanity
O wailing mother of my valley There is no court of justice for you in the world Their laws have felt short for your sufferings Their constitutions are void for your emotions Our Kashmir is left silent in the voice for justice
Let them! Let them! Let them walk away with the blood of you womb on their hands Let them live these days, deaf and blind Our silence will be the loudest voice They lit our blood Our blood will burn down their institutions They blood bathed our streets It put a blot on their image
I know, Your heart burns everyday in remembering what you lost No medicine on this planet can heal your wounds Those tyrants have enshrouded the wrath of Allah They have earned the Curse of Kashmir upon them
To keep the voice alive against injustice is our moral duty, that is by raising it and not forgetting. Difficult times build a bond among us that pushes us towards our Goal. You can also be a voice by not letting it fade away in you.
Lying there on the blank pages Words struggling inside to speak up But I excuse myself as a common voice Afraid, who will accept my lines? so, the blankness will remain there Untill I would allow the world to overpower me
Great ones also got the title of “fool” By then fools of the world The truth infact has to struggle with lies For one day to break the walls to prevail In between, I remain a common man Afraid to walk in the shade of the truth And keep myself burning in the fire of lies They spread the injustice and I close my eyes Building only the walls of my house more stronger to hide from what is happening outside This is the part of same injustice deep embedded in me what would I expect for my tounge to utter? When instead of being a slave of GOD Became the slave of the world to lie on the same blank pages