I am Muzzafar Ahmad Magray from Kashmir (india).I pen down my feelings in the form of poetry.
O death don’t beat here thy drum
Here faded spring,graveyards bloom as life I sum
Everyone is up ,to defend mother earth
Vale is soaked, now having young bloods dearth
New thoughts are sown,soon will bloom
The lamp is lit in dark,to chase this gloom
O death,times you have danced here naked
Innocents are gunned, identity is faked
In spring we witness autumn, here youth now die
If you tilt the land, there martyr will lie
Sky is thundering, tears fall in heart
Dirges are sung when,loved ones part
One Who is mortal has to die
Death thou are just sleep,so boast why?
Our vale has turned,a beautiful cage
Alas! Our history is written on blank page
Caution is don’t ever try to raise thy voice
We are like rats hunted by mice
Our sun rises, without hope to set
In sunshine,times cloud bursts we met
We are hoping against hope
O lord thou are our shield, otherwise we can’t cope
World is unique dictated by whom?
Seas are witnessing tsunami, they emerge as foam
Some aspire to inhabitant mars
Our life is a tragedy, don’t read it as farce
O dreamers wake up,soar the sky
Unfurl thy identity,tell world who am I
Thou tredded have miles,still destination is far
Love should be our weapon, for this strange war.