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Entangled with Cobwebs
Our Minds gone Berserk
Look on our Countenance Morose
Denizens of Dale san Spirit
Its Tragic Fate a Mundane Affair.

A peep into it tells the tale -

A Graffitti of Utopian Imageries
Made with Methods of Illogical Rationality

A Society of Political Fuss
People Where in a Chronic Slumber…

Its Chaos seems Endless
People Aimless
Fear Fathomless…

The Ultimate Alchemy
- Someone Somebody -
To Dash on our Land -
The Concept Bleak.

No one to Come
No one Has Came
Such Alien Panacea
Mere Imaginary Flight.

Gandhis Luthers long Dead
Delve deep to find them in you,
Reincarnated won’t they be,
To be Born again Kashmiris.

You go oh Brothers and Sisters
Through this Greusome Darkness
With Deaths prodding our souls
Confusion Pervasive
Truth Obscure
In search of a Soveriegn Remedy.

You go Galloping lest i weep,
Tell the World our Wounds are Deep,
With me are waiting thousands more,
For the Remedy called Fire

The Fire to Stir our Hearts Core
And Fire to Ignite our Minds
The Fire that Instills in us the Courage
And Fire to Fight for Justice.

You go oh Brothers and Sisters
To Behold Not some Utopian State -

A Peep into which will tell the Tale…

The Streets and Mountains
Empty of Barbed Wires,
With Dunes of SandBags Razed off,
And Infamous Literature
Penned down by Military Scholars
Inked Off from our Hearts.

Stockpiles of Lethal Ammunition
Metamorphosed into Green Harvest.

A Fragrance of Hope in the Air ;
To Hear Mehjoor’s Melancholy…
“Come oh Gardner,
Of this New Spring Produce…”

Peace an Estranged Desire
No more an Obscure Commodity.

Dead Sanctified,
Graves Not Exhumed anymore.

And You go oh my People
With all Joi de Vivre
To feel the Pulse, When
Meandering Freely in our Viens
Will be our Jhelum River.

by Suhail Akram

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