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