A land is woven in martyrdom
Nisha Hassan Qazi
Was birthed with freedom
Peace was its soul
And beauty it was itself…
Now, it’s just a prison
With teary eyes and cheeks crimson.
Passions were still alive
But bodies captivated in the hive.
Capturing all the grievances
Imprinting all the Azadi speeches
It’s still most beautiful and fascinating.
Kashmir is weeping and deathlessly dying.
Weeping Beauty
