THE POLOTICS OF PARADISE

A Beautifull poem by one of our brother Muhammad Arooj.

I'm Kashmir! I'm talking today!
I'm Kashmir. I'm for my Kids!
When tyranny takes toll, the living are rendered dead
and the lifeless start singing songs
like stones in Kashmir do.
Today,Kashmir is whispering with a swell in her name
for her Kashmiris whom she call her 'kids'.
Let's listen to what Kashmir has to say.

I'm Kashmir! My age is gold!
My land is sold
My kids were killed My kids are killed
They are told, "dont say, you're kids of Kashmir!"

I'm Kashmir! Death cast a spell on me
By every ruler's deceptive decree
By the pre-emptive balm of gain
By the promise that got my kids in vain
They were told, "Sold is Kashmir!"

I'm Kashmir! My kids are burried in my chest
On the tyrrant rulers' behest
On the mothers' lap and nest
On the Indians' power and lust
They were told, "integral, ours is Kashmir!"

I'm Kashmir! I've seen chinar leaves coffin my kids
Killings never ended their bids
Killings always mushroomed their grids
Killings, killings and all my life skids
They are told,"don't say Kashmir, Kashmir!"

I'm Kashmir! My kids' blood used to paint peace
For brute force mars the meaning of peace
For the Indian guns shout at peace
For the occupation cancels any and every peace
They are told, "You killed a peaceful Kashmir!"

I'm Kashmir! Stones of my land are brave now
Stones are my kids' new protest now
Stones are life and death now
Stones are a trigger-revolution now
They are told, "stones, this Kashmir!"

I'm Kashmir! I'm here, with a peace attack
One stand, one attack
One vioce, one track
Go India, Go back!
I tell you, "to her kids belongs Kashmir!"