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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


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

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