SORRY KASHMIR!

I am sorry, my little brother,

That you lost your prized football,

They shot you for being obedient,

As you ran home on Ammi’s call,

I am sorry, my honored mother,

That the scarf of your head is torn,

Your son’s life stolen away,

Yet even before he was born,

I am sorry, my beloved sister,

I stood dumb when you were raped,

I have disgraced that Holy Hand,

Which had me as a man shaped,

My brother with a gun, I am sorry,

I quietly saw your father being dragged,

Your books taken, this gun placed,

Your shop sacked, your home wrecked,

Forgive me Kashmir! Believe me my beloved!

I cry for you at each thought,

I could do nothing for you,

And this shames me before my Lord!