Lioness of Paradise

This poem is voice of the mothers of the martyred sons of Kashmir.

Oh my beloved,
My precious, my light

When you were born
I used to sing

"You'll be the King"
But you chose to be a Knight

Oh my beloved,
My precious, my light

I remember those screams
That shattered my dreams

My nights became lifeless
Days no longer bright


Oh my beloved,
My precious, my light


Ever since you've gone
I barely talk

Its hard to walk
With weak eye sight

Oh my beloved,
My precious, my light

I know you're there
In Gardens of the Lord

Splendid meadows and rivers broad
There are no weapons, there is no fight

Oh my beloved,
My precious, my light

Now I am aged
Weak, old and past

Destructing fast
Recieve your mouji,
oh my child

Oh my beloved,
My precious, my light




*mouji-mother

Author's Note

My first poem. Please ignore grammatical errors

Reviews

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I dunno when this hatred will be distinguished between two countries for kashmir....it's a blood boiler and heart wrenching feeling at the same time...absolutely no offence to any countries but a request...please help to stop this brutal...you've penned a great emotionalism...thanks for sharing!

[Murtaza Kanue]

Thanks.. It means alot.. Tahsin.Z

[Bazila]

Very nicely written .👌
Proud of u 👍