They invaded, plundered, killed and occupied
The land of my birth burg and my cozy cocoon
Me, My compatriots and Inhabitants of the unfortunate land
Suffocated, Stifled and Suffered solitarily
They commanded us to close our eyes, shut our mouths and plug the ears
So that we can’t witness, recount, retell and document the atrocities and miseries
What I, my people, my dead had to experience at their blood soaked hands
They killed, raped and orphaned my generation
These tactics were employed to buy our submission
But our conscience and soul, is blended with cinders of chinar and Islam
It isn’t available for sale to every occupational horde
Though there are numerous hypocrites who share my birth burg
With the difference that their cinders of chinar and soul of Islam is dead
They collaborate, cooperate and conspire without occupiers
Help then in designing new frivolous and nefarious plans
Only to be met with defeat from the one who is the best planner
The present killing spree will continue to go on
Maintaining the status quo is its ultimate aim
Killed, Killers, Killing machines and the macabre that arises
Employed with the purpose to make us fear death and love life
But how can you defeat the people who see salvation in death?
Death can snatch only lives, not dreams, visions and hopes
Death leaves a body lifeless but the soul discovers the delight
It shines, kindles and ignites more souls with its luminosity
To seek, desire and struggle for same delight and unison
Sikander you will only be a true conqueror
When your soul, can outlive your mortal body
Mushtaq Ul Haq Ahmad Sikander
is Writer-Activist based in Srinagar,
Kashmir and can be reached at
sikandarmushtaq@gmail.com