Poem on Kashmir situation
I am a psychologist from Pakistan. l am a thinker, observer, avid reader, writer, and past-time story-maker.
We are with an empty stomach at the border
Peace of hands cannot create chains
Hunger dries up our nights
Tears never quench thirst
Let it become the national anthem
So the fertile famine begins to grow
Babies from mother's breasts
They start sucking blood
No one makes flags on their faces
And people on Independence Day
Instead of petals they burn their happiness
The army can never sing
Soldiers destroying fields
There are automatic tools
What a flower newlywed woman's hair
It only affects children's clothing
I wish
To determine the boundaries of the homeland
Flower beds
Replace iron wires