Once this was the land where my home was.
Through the window of my room,
The fragrance and sunrays used to come and caress me
Every morning I used to play in the lap of Abu chacha.
“Kashmir is our home janaki”. He used to say
“Its beauty and peace will enrich us forever”. Proudly he
said
But one day the valley of my dreams was burnt.
One day we were turned out from our home.
Our own people were out with fire in eyes.
Wailings and tears and fear were
on the faces. .
Abu chacha was running and crying, as everyone was.
But as I stretched my hand towards him,
My eyes blurred and everything went dark.
But when I opened my eyes I heard the screeching noise of vehicles.
And people all around.
“We have left Kashmir forever child “my father said.
The tearful eyes of my father showed,
That no more there will be sun and fragrance caressing me,
That no more there will be Abu chacha and beard to play
with.
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