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Sometimes tears have to dropBut too many tears turn into bloodOh Kashmir my beloved landYour earth has turned into red-colored sandIn it you have buried so many boysInnocent, young still playing with toysBut their little hearts have turned into men.So fast before they had a chance to beginA life like other men with family and kinBorn into their own land they face persecutionAnd live their lives full of confusionOh little boy playing with sandShot dead from snipers in your own landMother’s tears fall like razor sharpPenetrating down deep with permanent scarsOh world wake up our mother screamsAnother atrocity with holocaust fearsPeace has been written in Rainbow colorsAnd doves are praying for all the mothers.
By Saif Ali Budgami
Sometimes tears have to drop
But too many tears turn into blood
Oh Kashmir my beloved land
Your earth has turned into red-colored sand
In it you have buried so many boys
Innocent, young still playing with toys
But their little hearts have turned into men.
So fast before they had a chance to begin
A life like other men with family and kin
Born into their own land they face persecution
And live their lives full of confusion
Oh little boy playing with sand
Shot dead from snipers in your own land
Mother’s tears fall like razor sharp
Penetrating down deep with permanent scars
Oh world wake up our mother screams
Another atrocity with holocaust fears
Peace has been written in Rainbow colors
And doves are praying for all the mothers.
(The author can be reached at: saifaly100@gmail.com)
