I'm a bud
Yet to bloom
But this damn blood
Is so hot in me,
It boiles
And spoiles the iron coils
That hurt and encage me.
Hot Summers and streams
Waterfalls,birds and Green
Call me to life.
Hey,wait! I'm in chains
Of pangs and pains
Of my dad and mom
Who lull me to sleep
In their sleepless nights
But these stray street dogs
So wicked and unruly stubborn
Bark in my future dreams
They bit my sis,see she screams
My dad in comma,
My mom cries
And fries her tears
On my sweat torrid face
Restless am i.
Please lemme go,
My blood rushes
And hushes the flow
Of Chenab and Jehlum
Pirpanjal catches my cries
And Shambusbari echoes the drum
But i'm just a bud
Seeking for the life
That never was
Like that of Himalayas-
Huge,resolute and independent
No, i won't listen
I won't go home
I love my enemy
More than my own life
So what,they're harsh
So what,they're brutal
Yes, like wild animals are they
I'm not afraid but love them
They are hungry and thirsty
Unsatisfied,unsatiated cannibals
Eat me,my enemy
And drink my blood
My meat is virgin
And my blood is hot
But spare my mom,my motherland...
I was just a bud
Yet to bloom
But this damn bullet shell
Has broken me to pieces
Scattered here and there,
And in Dal and in Wular
It's good,
I'm sown
In my own motherland!
Tell my mom and dad,
Not to feel the pain
I'll rise above the Himalaya
When Spring comes again.
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