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KASHMIR, THE BLEEDING VALE
The wounds still bleed, there's no end to pain,
All peace efforts always wither in vain.
Since 1947 all it has seen,
Is blood being spilled on its once lush green.
The world just waits, just waits and waits,
As if mocking it at its riddled fate:
While the mothers suffer and the sisters cry,
The fathers sadly bury the sons that die.
There is no place where Kashmir can seek
Justice; for it, only a few speak.
Yes, Kashmir, the famous "heaven on earth",
Has got nobody to end the violent mirth
The bomb-blasts that ruin its hopes,
The guns that boom on mountain slopes.
It cries and cries for peace and freedom,
As well as an end to persecution.
But, will the world's big powers unite to save it,
From blatant power play and aggression?
