"We're Kashmir's Missing Persons"
Lost somewhere in a sordid dungeon, I talk of my rights and bashed in a dudgeon The rights of freedom and dignity That too in my own vicinity The right in my land to a peaceful life Whose absence has been a scurrilous rife I could see my teen shoulder in the prison Dusted and tainted with charges of treason Altar of my youth the confines might be, not of my dreams The citadel of your tyranny will shred to my screams These screams belong not to myself, but the oppressed Whose voices you tendered, muted, thrashed and suppressed This oppression is bound to end, late or soon Nature shall step in to defend us, against the phantom goons And you, the satisfied! How could you feel our travails With lenses prejudiced and the conscience that ails Also, With an inhumane bias you'll give us a gaze And spew unto us a venomous phrase: "The Muslims are traitors, they are predators" But believe us, "We are Kashmir's missing persons, not the enemy's insurgents. Lies there a contention in our tale:
Jammu and Kashmir is not for sale!"
© Summiaya Nilofer Kichloo 10/2021
Summiaya Nilofer Kichloo is a student from Kishtwar district of Chenab Valley (Jammu and Kashmir). She is an avid writer and enthusiastic to writing poetry and fiction. Her poetry covers a brand range of ideas, thoughts and philosophies. Currently, she is working as a freelance writer and columnist.
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