A STORY ABOUT A STONE PELTER In the winds of Kashmir is my name, In the eyes of every mother is my blood, In the soil of earth lies my life, I am the moon of sleepless nights. I am the secret, Of the lives of my brothers, I am the one who will, Safeguard the innocence of my sisters, I am the birds, In the skies of my mothers, I am the map, Of my father’s sacrifice. In the winds of Kashmir is my name, In the eyes of every mother is my blood, In the soil of earth lies my life, I am the moon of sleepless nights. I will hear the laughter of children, And I will give my life for this promise, And if the day comes don’t ask me, Waqar, why did make the job, Of every man your own? If I did, I did it for your children, If I give my life, then I did it so I would forever be, The wound on the hands of the oppressor, Don’t link sacrifice to my name, Just learn to fulfil your role. In the winds of Kashmir is my name, In the eyes of every mother is my blood, In the soil of earth lies my life, I am the moon of sleepless nights. Inside these jails even breathing is difficult, What have i done for the sake of martyrs? I am every man on the streets of Srinagar, I’m the tears of the people of Baramulla, In the winds of Kashmir is my name, In the eyes of every mother is my blood........ x rebel
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 13:47:58 +0000
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