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On a Walk-Talk With An American Woman Visitor

Why these tin sheets, barbed wires, Upon these high walls! Oh! It is an Indian army camp inside; And they fear that a local young man, Newly has his history read, May come out in anger And hurl a grenade over. But why…! Hahaha I’m so scared to say! And kindly, don’t tell this to anyone ever. Come closer and I shall whisper into your ear! Kashmir had been a kingly state Since ages ever, As far as I have heard it and read. And for some hundred years now, Is being forcibly occupied And divided by between them, Indian and Pakistan.

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