Many times to me, my heart spoke
And every time it had a new topic to invoke
Sometimes it was fire and sometimes frost
But this percept was new, in which I was lost.

My heart spoke to me
Motherland is wounded
Brothers are bleeding
Citizens turned on and
The rulers of terror are leading
The mass needs to march then,
Why are we yet sleeping?

My heart spoke to me
Innocence is being silenced
Valiant is being broken into pieces
Mother is crying down for sons and widows for husbands
Indeed martyrdom was aim of their birth
Why so violence in Kashmir?
Is this the heaven on Earth?


Many times to me, my heart spoke
My soldiers are brave, bold and bright
To stop them, yet undefined is height
They will swipe darkness and bring in light
Kashmir will again enlighten
Because ready are our Knights!
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Wrote this poem back in 2016 when Uri Attack happened. I was just 15 years old then but I guess this makes better sense to me now. 🇮🇳
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