My Kashmir // crying
New year// kashmir // crying // son
My son,
I will hold this pain,
Just as I held you in blood.
My son,
I will mourn every one,
Who was slaughtered as you...
My Son,
I will engrave every wound,
Of your skin on my soul.
My Son,
I will curse these tyrants,
Till God's wrath falls upon them.
My son,
I will wash your skin,
With tears and dreams.
My son,
I will remember this face,
Dust and blood and this cold winters
#کشمیر
The one who is injured will be able to understand the pain. The one who is not injured will be able to understand the pain
Still I'm crying in my Kashmir
Stop stop enough is enough