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KASHMIR.. . . When I was
put here under
the blanket
of smooth soil,
By two milky hands of a Heavenly soul-
A Kashmiri, Daily he used to
come,serving me with
spray of colourless water,
Oh yeah,I was growing up
n up n up! I used to dance when ever
rain fell on
to my valley,
Aaaaaahaaaaaa I was very
happy and
flourishing, I was in heaven yah it was the heaven on
this earth,may b still it is
4 others-
living outside of it, He used
to come for
long, One day he didnt come,next
day didnt
come n then never again,
Year passed,i missed!
Another passed,he was still
missed! One day he came. Ya,he
came, But on
shoulders of his friends
raising
Holy slogans!
ALAAH-O-AKBAR ALAAH- O- AKBAR. . . . . . . He was a
soul of eternity
now,
O yeah,he got his destiny!
He got the
martyrdom! I shocked I wept, Sky cried
and I cried n cried
n cried too. . .
That day rain served me
with water,but
with red, Now I daily cry I daily mourn, His grave is
under my
shadow,
I take his care I will take his
care,
And for those too who came after him and coming
after these,
Yeah! the thousands of
graves the
thousands of innocents. . . .
And increasing year by year,month by month,day
by day. . .
Today,I cried again I asked
why were they killed,
No body replied, An angel
came and said: Willow! These were
the
innocents and
these are the innocents,
They were the oppressed
they were the victims, They are blessed they will
be blessed,
Yeah! The Blesser sent me
here to tell
you:
They were blessed they are blessed and they will be
blessed. . .
They are the angels of
heaven now
living
above our heaven! They were in heaven of earth
before. . .
They are in the heaven of
AARSH
now. .. ....
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