The Ramped Heavens
Kashmir is the heaven as they say
Fom years i have been watching deaths at the bay
Some come with metals,some burn the petals
Here you are safer only if you stay dumb
With all oppression i am numb
Guns they carry like peacemaking gadgets
Bombs they drop like ingle bells
Music to ears their canister shells
Blinded children and wailing mums
Democracy long back was locked in drums
No where I find my childhood chums
I will write and speak unless to all the oppressed freedom comes
Copyright © Kamran Rashid | Year Posted 2015
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