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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