She sits and waits for us,
along the whitest of white peaks.
She does not understand
why they destroy her land, her children, her life.
She wishes to be at peace
with the ones she bore
from the depths of her womb.
No God holds true happiness, she cries.
Allow yourselves to be one with me.
For, I am she who you fight over.
For, I am she who hundreds have died over.
For, I am she who has been abandoned.
For, I am Kashmir,
and I want my children back. |
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