Kashmiri

Patience my creed, kashmiri name
Live at orphaned and widowed land
My only tale that oppressed I am
Curfewed my lane, in fetter my hand.

Rape, jail, torture and killing
Listen dear reader my dolor tale,
My wound deep and none for healing
Listen world my lonesome wail.

Troops, stick, shell and bullet
Ruthless power use over me
Stone in hand my only pellet
What I want to be corral free.

Rebel I am and Hind my foe
I am Kashur, Indian not
My honor mashed by his shoe
Kicked mine his wicked want.