for my nation : KASHMIR

a girl is born , as she grows her best acquaintance is her brother…
though hard and tough ,he might be firm n rigid…. just for her well-being
reliable is she on her brother
mystified is he for her…
soon she gets captured under a new sky;
where men disappear and vanish in their so own air
Tangled with this scenery her perception changes,
her anxiety for her brother begins.
soon a shot is made in somewhere
“may it not be his BROTHER” she sighs in despair
EVEN IF NOT HIM , BUT STILL IS HE THE SON OF THE SOIL…..
O MARTYR ! O MARTYR! you are alive
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