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THE FIGHT

If my fall is your rise
Take me to the cliff of highest mountain
But do you have the strength to climb
As I have already gathered it
Not only to climb but also to fall
Who says oceans are without borders
They are afraid even to cross the river
The one sailing in the oceans
Already has land in the eyes
If my death is your life
Then take even my days
But how would you live
Without the significance of death
Who says thirsty deserts are harsh
They are afraid to come out in the sun
The one travelling in the deserts
Already has breeze in the heart
If my failure is your success
Then take a step to earn it
But how would you succeed
Without knowing what failure means

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KASHMIR WILL REMAIN OURS

You may have conquered our lands
But not the skies
we have learned to fly
Because we see falcons in the dreams

You could cut our tongues
But we will write with our blood
Our morale is bigger than your tyranny
You kill, and we are proud to die

See our eyes, you will see your fall
When we see yours, we see our rise
We both will remain the character in the book of Kashmir
Alas! You will be read as the antonym of humanity

The apple orchads will remain ours
The Dal and Wular lake will remain ours
The struggle will remain ours
Our Kashmir will remain ours

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Quote

Don’t demean the years of struggle by saying nothing will happen. The struggle will always carry it’s worth, but it is you who makes yourself worthless.

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Let the Freedom Come

Left again
I and my lonlineness in the solitary room
With the door shut, expecting no one to knock
Walls also show no compassion, stand silent and cold

I can feel my silence
And the voice inside
I can feel the suffering
And the overwhelming helplessness
Unaddressed remain my tear to the outside world
Unfelt remain my emotions to the people

Let the earthquake happen
Let the walls fall
Let the storm come
Let the lonlineness blow away
Let the ceiling break apart
Let the sun melt the ice within

My words in me has only one meaning
Let the freedom come!

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Voice Of Pain

Who would understand our pain?
The deadly silence is crucifying the heart
I stand in prayers, my eyes get wet
every sense is deep lost in an extreme shock
seeing faces around to whom I can’t express
has let my eyes down, to walk where I don’t belong

when it gets dark, the face of graves open
I stand looking with blood flowing
screams and separations all around
with some existing and some who existed
my sleep has evaporated from my eyes
my dream remain hollow and void

I know who I am
but unaware of who I am going to be
as I write I can’t stop crying in pain
just thinking do I have anything left
the smirk of the world around
has filled the air with devilish feel

O tyrants you will surely burn in hell
with all your might, and will yell
I will weep my tears, as I have faith
The winds of promise will shroud us soon
But our pain is the final nail
in your coffin

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I belong to You…

Prayers lighten my heavy heart
Which is fighting with the nails of vices
breaking with the burden of choices
But words of God show me the way
To keep me standing with the new day

The desires keep nipping me inside
I just want to walk a way and they keep me aside
I want to unlock the doors of life but they keep weaving a trap
I want the silence, they come and clap

O Allah! Betow upon me a blanket of wisdom
with which I could wrap my soul
Strengthen my weakness
Strengthen my will
Before the fight with the world
My battle is with myself
Rise me like the sun
Illuminating the world in me
Give wings to my hopes
To hold unto your rope
Provide for me from Your unseen treasures
Bless me with courage and patience
Make me a brick in the wall standing against injustice
Make my voice amomg the voices for freedom
I know
To You I belong, to You I will return
Make my return as being the righteous one
Amen!

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We became the Believers

A voice can be suppressed
But it never dies
It is like water that finds its way
And when time comes
It breaks what comes ahead

Come and try with your might
You can boast for some days
But our voice will find a way
All your ego will turn into hay
You are no one to fill the crevices
You are no one to write the destiny
You are a spec in the history
That will remain as a dot
At the end of our revolution

My words may reach a few hearts
But above all they reach in me
I wonder how you will fights with them
Because your tyranny makes you unable

Your clampdown made us a dreamer
We became what we never had been
You handed over us death, we took it as life
You handed over us despair, we took it as hope
You handed over us fight, we became the fighters
You handed over us struggle, we became the believers

Long live Humanity
Long live Palestine
Long live Kashmir

Salman Wani

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A Poem to Tyrants

You killed, but I never died
I lived in the legacy behind
Lower you stooped to oppress
the lives to snatch their rights
you can short millions dead
But billions would rise up to fight
And again you would remain
an error in the pages of history
a stain on the face of humanity
cursed by the millions to come

You killed, but I never died
I lived in the legacy behind
Like a light shining in millions
A sign upholding the humanity high
A message that reached beyond
the range of your weapons
By killing my body, you strangled humanity
but my struggle and courage let that free