My heart spoke
Many times to me, my heart spoke.
And every time it had a new topic to invoke.
Sometimes it was fire and sometimes frost.
But this percept was new, in which I was lost.
My heart spoke to me
motherland is wounded,
brothers are bleeding,
citizens turned on and
the rulers of terror are leading.
The mass needs to march then,
why are we yet sleeping?
My heart spoke to me
Innocence is being silenced,
valiant is being broken into pieces,
mother is crying down for sons and widows for husbands.
Indeed martyrdom was aim of their birth.
Why so violence in Kashmir?
Many times to me, my heart spoke
my soldiers are brave, bold and bright.
To stop them, yet undefined is height.
They will swipe darkness and bring in light.
Kashmir will again enlighten,
because ready are our Knights!
Is this the heaven on Earth?
by vaishali Rawat
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